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millie-ionaire05 · 1 year ago

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Trivia: Love

Characters: Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: idol!au, angst, smut

Synopses: A few years ago, Y/N met Namjoon while at a movie theatre. Hitting it off, they come to an agreement wherein Y/N signs a contract that entails helping Namjoon “de-stress” whenever he is in the US, even having Y/N travel to several of BTS’ stops when they are on tour. But then the pandemic hit, and it has now been almost two years since they have seen each other in person. With BTS coming to LA for several concerts and interviews, will they be able to get back to how things were before, or have the two changed too much in that time apart?

Warnings: set during the COVID pandemic, mentions of mask-wearing and COVID tests, fingering, unprotected sex (both get STI tested before visits, as per contract. Not specified in story, but Y/N takes birth control).

A/N: This story is inspired by a dream I had on August 26, 2018. You can find the dream here on my Kpop Dream Logs. It took me several years to flesh out and finish this story and I'm really excited to finally get this put out there. I really hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to like, reblog, and comment. I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to read my work.

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Part 1

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“Hi,” I offer the middle-aged woman behind the front desk as polite a smile as I can convey through my eyes. Trying to be as casual yet discreet as possible, I lower my voice and lean in as I state, “The room for Mr. Moonchild, please.”

The woman’s eyes narrow for just a millisecond before the friendly customer service expression settles back in place. Well, as far as I could tell, due to the navy blue face mask emblazoned with the hotel's logo on the right side covering half of her face.

“Name, please?” she probes, her tone neutral.

“Nabi Bomnal,” I provide the code name he had given me so long ago, my voice slightly muffled with my black medical-style face mask covering the lower half of my face. I resist the urge to tap my fingernails on the shiny granite top of the desk separating us, nervous anxiousness threatening to buckle my knees.

She hums her acknowledgment, and I can feel her eyes judging me as they flick from her computer screen and back to my face a few times as she types. I hold back saying, “We’re just friends,” as a way to justify why I’m here so she can stop searing my soul with her disapproving looks. She knows why I’m here. Yes, this woman knows exactly why I’m here.

“Ok. You are all set, Miss Bomnal.” Her eyes beam, and she seems way too cheerful. “I’ve already paged Mr. Choi. He will meet you at the elevators and direct you to the requested room.”

“Thanks,” I mumble, throwing her an awkward smile, though I know she can’t see it.

I hope the gesture comes off more amicably through my eyes than it feels before hurrying off to the elevator lobby. This whole interaction would not have bothered me in the past. These were the exact steps I took two to three times a year, and I had been okay with it, ignoring the knowing looks given to me by hotel staff. However, this time, I find myself nervous and feeling ill at ease, my hands clammy as one tugs a suitcase down the marble flooring and the other hangs at my side, fist clenching and unclenching as I walk. It almost feels as if it is my first time all over again.

The elevator doors open just as I approach them, and a large, muscular man fills the space inside. He’s in all black from head to toe. His tucked-in T-shirt, whose sleeves hug his biceps a bit too tightly, also clings to his chest and torso muscles. My eyes continue down to a tapered waist, the shirt disappearing into his jeans. Black sneakers complete his outfit.

“Mr. Choi,” I greet him with a genuine smile and a short bow. “It's good to see you are well.”

He bows back. “I’m glad you are also healthy and well. Come, let me take that.”

It was fruitless to protest. For several years, this has been precisely the way our meetings started. I long ago gave up fighting him about lugging my suitcase around. Mr. Choi may look menacing, but he was a sweetheart underneath all that height and muscle.

“It’s been a while, huh?” I make small talk as the elevator doors close behind me.

“Almost two years,” he hums behind his black face mask.

“Two years,” I parrot quietly in wonderment.

We’re quiet after that, each of us left to our thoughts. It’s not for long, though. Soon, the elevator pings, the doors slide open quietly, and we step out onto a plush crimson carpet. Suddenly, the black skinny jeans, purple long-sleeve shirt, and black flats I wear make me feel underdressed.

Not that it would matter. It’s not like I would have them on for too much longer.

“Here we are,” Mr. Choi interrupts my thoughts. He swipes the key card over the black reader beneath the door handle, and there is an audible click as the lock disengages. Ever the gentleman, he holds the door open for me, and I walk into the large room. “You know the drill,” he starts after leaving my luggage by the door. “Here’s the key card. Make sure to leave it here at the end of your stay.” He hands me the card even as he continues his usual spiel. “Your negative COVID test results came through, as did your medical assessment. All is well, as usual.” I press my lips together, my cheeks warming up. Shouldn’t I be used to this by now? “I have reviewed his information also, and all came back negative. Here is a copy for your peace of mind, but for privacy reasons and the conservation of his reputation, the company has remitted his name, date of birth, and demographics. Since you are here, am I to understand you are still in agreement with the contract and arrangement made four years ago? I can provide another copy if you need it.”

Oh, I understand, I think dispiritedly. I understand that this is still just business between us.

“No need,” I let out a short chuckle, waving my hand as if that would brush away the brooding thoughts in my mind. “Yes, I still agree to all the terms. I understand.”

“Ok,” he nods, passing me the medical and COVID documents. “He left you something in the bedroom. Food, snacks, and drinks are in the fridge if you get hungry. My number is still the same. Call me if you need anything or if there is an emergency. They are due to arrive sometime after midnight, so you still have a few hours to yourself.”

“Thanks, Mr. Choi.”

“Have a good night.”

I wish him the same as I walk him to the door. Once he’s gone, I slip out of my shoes, leaving them by the door, and I grab my suitcase to head towards the bedroom. The hotel room was pretty much an apartment. There was a small bathroom to the left and a coat closet to the right in the foyer. The full kitchen had a stove, microwave, counter space, sink, and full-size fridge. Everything is stainless steel. The kitchen was on the right once you exited the foyer. Ahead from the entryway is a large living room area with a television, a couch, a loveseat, a chair, and a coffee table to the left. The TV sits in a shelving unit that takes up most of the wall, and many books of different colors and sizes fill the shelves. A sitting area on the opposite end of the room is arranged in front of a fireplace. Off-center to the living room and sitting area is a sleek black dining table with eight chairs, the chair cushions white, just like the couches and seats around the room. Beyond the dining room is a set of sliding glass doors leading to a roomy balcony with outdoor seating matching the decor inside the living space and a fire pit.

Turning left past the dining table, I finally reach the bedroom. Opening it up, I find a spacious room with a California King-sized bed. The covering atop the bed is fluffy and thick, hinting at the comfort it will provide. A set of French doors leads out to the balcony, a settee invitingly sitting near them, offering the person who sat there a nice view of the space outside.

Reaching the closet on the opposite side of the room, I unpack. I don’t have much, but I hang my clothing on the available hangers to avoid too many wrinkles. As usual, I leave everything else in the suitcase but take out my toiletries. In the bathroom, I can’t help but smile. It was a beautiful area with marble, the palest of pinks surrounding the Jack and Jill sinks. The walls were white marble tiles with light grey streaks, while the marble on the floor was also white, the grey whisps a darker shade. The same tiles continue into the shower, which is right across from the sinks, a luxurious area with several showerheads that I could not wait to use. At the end of the room, there was a grande deep tub. I was quite certain Namjoon and I could both soak in there together. At the opposite end, nearer to where I had entered, a quick stroll over has me confirming it was the toilet, separated from the rest of the bathroom.

Glancing down at my watch, I see it’s already 10:35 p.m., so I opt for taking a shower before it gets too late or I get too tired. Namjoon wasn’t due until after midnight, so I could have a leisurely shower and then lounge around while waiting for him.

But first, I want to see what’s in the bag Namjoon set at the end of the bed. Back in the bedroom, I quickly pull out the lilac tissue paper until a card and the present are revealed at the bottom. I can’t help but smile as I read the note.

Nabi,

I saw this and thought of you. I know you will wear it well. I also got you a little something for those days when you miss the moon. It will keep you company until you can see it again.

See you soon,

Moonchild

Grabbing the box the card had been lying on, my fingers brushed against a soft material. I chuckle to myself, already imagining what it could be. First, though, I wanted to see what was in the black box. Opening it, I can’t help but smile fondly as the contents are revealed. A full moon hangs from a silver chain, a small silver butterfly dangling a few links up. I waste no time clasping it around my neck, the moon charm falling just above my cleavage.

Clutching it in my hand lovingly, I can’t help but wonder if his message had a double meaning. Yes, he gave me a little moon, something we both loved to look at. But he knows I associate him with it, not just because of his song ‘Moonchild,’ but because he loves to walk beneath the moon to release his creativity. So when his note says I can look at the necklace when I miss the moon, and it can keep me company until I see it again, was he talking about the literal moon, or was he talking about himself?

Aloud, I can’t help but frown and say, “Nah.”

Namjoon has not indicated this whole time that there is more between us than a hook-up a few times a year. We do keep in touch by talking and texting over the phone when we are apart, even with his busy schedule, but I never get the sense that there is any romantic interest on his part whatsoever. Anyway, as Mr. Choi pointed out earlier, this was nothing but a business transaction, and I would be a fool if I let myself think anything more could ever come from this.

Not wanting to overthink the gift anymore, I moved on to the other item I had felt when I had gone to grab the box. Smiling, I lift the lingerie, trying to figure out exactly what it was besides purple lace and thin satin ribbon. I guess I would find out better once I put it on. With that thought in mind, I head back into the bathroom to shower.

Feeling refreshed after my shower, I sit comfortably on the bed, a near-empty glass of wine in my hand as I watch a movie to pass the time. Repositioning myself, I feel the lingerie shift beneath the robe I’d tied over it. As the material grazes across my skin, I’m reminded that Namjoon has yet to arrive to see me in the one-piece bodysuit he’d bought me. It barely covers anything, the deep-plunging V-neck stopping short of my navel. The material leaves nothing to the imagination, but the color compliments my skin well and accentuates my curves. The lace in the back only covers half of my ass, and the satin adjustable criss-cross straps leave most of my skin bare as it comes to a neat bow at my lower back. It certainly could leave anyone who wore it feeling sexy, and despite some insecurities, even I cannot deny that I could not wait to see Namjoon’s reaction to me wearing it.

The evening seems to be crawling by. The anticipation of seeing him after all this time has my nerves somewhere between frayed with anxiety and horny as hell. Either way, I feel like I’m on the verge of screaming.

Downing the last bit of wine, I make my way to the kitchen, cleaning up my mess from earlier and leaving the dishes to dry on the counter before slipping out of the robe and sliding in under the bed covers.

Though I am so nervous, the combination of the flight and my jittery nerves has worn me out. I had wanted to stay awake to greet him, but the evening was going too slowly. So, I decided to kill time with sleep. Letting out a shaky breath, I feel myself slowly relaxing. The wine helps, and my eyes slip shut a short time later.

A door closing in the distance wakes me from a restless sleep. I had left the bathroom light on with the door just a smidge open to push back some of the darkness. I scramble off the bed, anticipating finally seeing him in front of me after so long driving away any remnants of sleep left behind.

As I step towards it, the bedroom door flies open, and I gasp. There he is. Kim Namjoon in an off-white suit, the suit jacket unbuttoned. The vest beneath has nothing underneath it, and my eyes are drawn to the deep V of the vest that shows a bit of bare flesh. He wears a thick black choker around his neck with silver spikes poking out randomly all around it. He looks devilishly handsome with his dark chocolate locks, shorter than I was used to, shaved at the sides, and spiked up at the front.

“There’s my beautiful Nabi,” he nearly growls as his eyes lock on me. Even through the thin slip of lace, he has tied across his eyes, I can see the stare is so intense, almost predatory-like, that I feel my heart rate kick up a few notches just because of it. “Come here,” he demands, even as his long legs quickly close the space between us.

Before I can even react, his mouth is slashing hungrily across mine. Inhaling sharply through my nose, I don’t resist. Instead, the fierceness of the kiss mixed with the scent that is his and his alone has my core clenching involuntarily around nothing. It’s like his smell is a key that triggers the memories of our past encounters to come flooding through to the forefront, and it’s the kindle to the fire he always knows how to ignite in me.

He presses his body into mine, and we stumble back until we are met with the resistance of the wall.

“Namjoon,” I breathe as his hands dig into my hips, holding me to him.

Coaxing my lips apart greedily, he drags his tongue along mine, and I moan into his mouth. The bitterness of the beer he must have been drinking before mixed with mint tingles along my taste buds, and I can’t seem to get enough as my hands help him remove the blazer without breaking the kiss.

His mouth, so warm and soft, is not shy about exploring anywhere he wants to. Namjoon slides away from my lips to kiss my jawline before nipping at the pulse at my neck. His hips roll into mine, and we both groan.

“I missed your taste,” he growls as he hoists me up. “Missed this ass,” he smirks while he palms my bare cheeks and gives them a firm squeeze. I wrap my legs around his waist and smile at him. We are face to face like this, and he is such a magnificent sight to behold. He is like an incubus decked in all white and trimmed in lace, ready to devour me body and soul. His saccharine voice is a dangerous addiction that threatens to shatter my heart into a trillion little pieces at any moment if I don’t do better to guard and protect that much too-sensitive organ. With lips ruddy and swollen from the passionate kisses, face flushed, and eyes dark with pure need, he looks like sex personified. He walks us to the bed and drops me down. I shift to the middle, and he crawls on hands and knees towards me, saying, “Missed the way your tight wet pussy takes me so well...”

“Namjoon!” I gasp, feeling myself grow wetter with the filth coming out of those sinful lips of his.

“What?” he chuckles huskily as he drops a kiss on my mound. “You look absolutely delicious in that,” he compliments as his hands graze up my thighs. There is a conflicting sensation, and I look down to see he is wearing white lace half gloves, the material stopping just past his knuckles. My eyes close, soaking up the feeling of a rough scratch mixed with the soft flesh of his fingertips ghosting their way up my body. “I knew it would suit you well.”

I can’t even answer anything he says, my body humming with sensations I have been deprived of for so so long. It’s as if I’ve forgotten how to speak anything other than his name. It wasn’t that I had withheld myself of relief while we were apart. Still, there is just a different feeling altogether when you have all these overwhelming sensations being coaxed out of you by someone else rather than a toy or your own self—especially someone as passionate as Namjoon.

His lips have made their way up to my breasts. The tips press firmly against the thin purple lace, and he wastes no time snatching one between his lips. I let out a loud gasp as his hand slipped between my legs, palming me roughly.

“Baby, you are so wet,” he growls against my breasts. Then, leaning back, he lifts his gaze to meet mine. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wait much longer. I need to be inside you.”

Mesmerized by his flushed cheeks and pleading eyes, I nod, “Yes. Please.”

He licks his lips hungrily, his mouth quickly returning to my breast. I’m groaning when I feel a finger slip inside me. Namjoon’s curse is muffled as he slides in and out, prepping me for what is to come and warming my body up even more. He slides in another digit, and my hips begin to roll upwards, wanting more friction. He’s pulling away, and I whimper, my entire body throbbing with the impending release I am so needing. Namjoon quickly removes the rest of his clothes, leaving on his gloves and the lace he had tied over his eyes.

He is crawling over me in no time, his naked form warm against me. Namjoon does not even give me the time to take off the lingerie. Instead, he pulls the material away from my center and brings his cock to dip into my juices. Biting down on my lip, my hands fist the sheets as he drags the head of his dick up my seam, the tip rubbing my clit sweetly. My hips arch up, and he chuckles.

“Greedy, girl,” he tsks but doesn’t delay the torture any longer.

Namjoon slides in slowly, groaning once he’s bottomed out. His hand kneads my breast as he leans forward to capture my lips in a deep kiss, allowing me to adjust to him. He tastes so good; I could kiss him forever. He gives his hips a hesitant roll, and when he gets a moan from me, he starts a slow pace. My walls begin to tighten around him, and he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands on my thighs, keeping them open wide.

He looks incredible, with his tanned skin glistening in the glow of the bathroom light. His nipples are taut, his abs constricting as he chases his high. I can feel myself getting so close, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.

“Don’t stop,” I keen.

Namjoon obliges, his hips picking up more speed. He feels so good scraping against my walls, touching that spot that he knows precisely how to hit. I bite down on my lip, and Namjoon smacks my inner thigh, and the shock of the sting has me spilling over the edge on a long moan, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts as I ride out my high.

“Fuck, you look so hot,” he pants as he yanks the lace from his eyes. “I need to see you,” he growls as his cock throbs desperately inside me. I know he’s close when his thrusts grow sloppier, and I rake my nails over his abdomen. “Oh, shit!” he curses as his abs constrict just before I feel him burst inside me. Though I’m already oversensitive, I lock my legs around his waist and buck into him as thick streams of his warm cum fill me up.

“Ok, ok, ok,” he shivers as he tries to unravel my legs from around his waist moments later.

I grant him mercy and release him, laughing as I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. Using the toilet and cleaning myself, I bring a warm, wet hand towel back into the room. I can’t help giggling when I see him collapse back onto the bed after leaning over to toss his spiked collar and lace gloves onto the bedside table, his arms thrown out on either side of him as if that took the rest of the energy he had left.

“You good?” I ask sweetly as I clean him up.

“Come here,” he growls. I yelp, tossing the towel over the edge of the bed, when Namjoon snatches me up and tucks me into his side. He tenderly kisses my forehead as his arm cradles me to him, one of his legs nudging its way between mine. “I really did…miss you, Y/N,” he murmurs before his breathing goes steady.

“Namjoon?” I whisper.

But there is no response. Instead, he pulls me tighter against his sleeping and warm form. I try not to read too much into the gesture. Steadying my breathing, not wanting to wake him, I can’t help but let my mind wander.

How had I gotten here?

I smile fondly, remembering the day we met as if it was just yesterday.

It had been a cool Spring night in 2017. I went to the movie theater by myself. Leaving the theater room after the movie finished, I looked up and became frozen in my spot. Right near the door to exit the building, I swore I had seen Kim Namjoon!

I blinked a few times. Looking around, I wondered how no one else had noticed. Granted, he had been wearing a face mask, sure, but those eyes and his stance? It was undeniable to me.

He was scrolling through his phone and must have sensed my staring because he looked up. His gaze fell directly on me. My heart skipped a beat as he threw a wink my way and then brought a finger to where his mouth would have been. I nodded, respecting his wishes. That didn’t mean my heart wasn’t racing a mile a minute as I made my way to the exit and avoided any further eye contact.

As I walked to my car, my mind was reeling. I had been in the same space as Namjoon! I couldn’t even believe it myself. Lost in my thoughts, I had nearly let out a scream when a finger tapped on my shoulder.

“Jesus!” I gasped as I whirled around. “You scared me!”

A tall, muscular man in black jeans and a black t-shirt bowed.

“죄송합니다. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s ok,” I laughed nervously. I still eyed him warily. He was quite fearsome; the bulging muscles that his clothing did little to hide spoke of how easily he could snap me like a twig if he truly wanted to. “Can I help you?”

“My client, he wants to meet you.” I cocked an eyebrow at him in question. “Namjoon-씨,” he clarified.

I could not help but laugh in disbelief.

“Really?” I scoffed. “Namjoon? Of BTS? He wants to meet me?”

I laughed again. The man, most likely a bodyguard if those muscles had anything to say about it, pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. When the line was picked up, he spoke in Korean and then passed me the cell phone.

Now, my stomach fluttered as I accepted the device.

“Hello?” I said hesitantly, then tried to backtrack with a “Uhm, I mean, 여보세요?”

I mentally face-palmed myself, instantly feeling my ears burn with embarrassment. A soft chuckle greeted me.

“Hi. I see you didn’t believe my bodyguard.”

I instantly recognized the voice.

With my knees trembling, I was honest when I answered, “I didn’t. I mean, I’m not sure I do, still.”

He laughed again.

“I just wanted to thank you for not revealing my identity inside.”

Holy crap! It really was him!!

“Yeah. Sure,” I tried to sound nonchalant. “It’s nothing.”

“But for me, it is, so what do you say? Will you go with my bodyguard?”

“I don’t know….” I looked up at the intimidating man before me.

“I promise you’ll be safe.”

But my heart sure hadn’t been.

I should have known that very first night that I would not have been able to keep my heart guarded. I tried to be indifferent as I accepted his proposition, to not catch feelings. I did all I could to focus on the fact that this was all basically a business transaction. He would help me pay my way through school while I helped him “relieve some tension” whenever he came to the US. The more legal way of saying we were “fuck buddies.”

Simple.

Yet the more time we spent together, the more we spoke, the more he chiseled his way in. The lines were getting too blurred for me. The two years we were unable to be with each other made me realize it. I thought maybe this time apart would dampen things, reminding me that there really is nothing between us but this contract. It hadn’t been so. Seeing him again, I knew I had missed him so much. He is so good to me and respectful despite the circumstances. And that only makes me adore him more.

I push all thoughts out of my mind as I feel tears threatening my lash line. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, praying they don’t spill over. Breathing in and out slowly, combined with the warmth of Namjoon’s embrace, helps me to settle down, and soon I’m relaxed enough to fall asleep. The sleep is so deep I don’t even feel him leave the bed a few hours later.

Credits:

Text Divider by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Moodboard by me.

For moodboard, used:

InCollage for layout, title, butterfly and photos.

Except Namjoon’s photo. Credit to RM x GQ Korea, Vogue Korea 2021

Motionleap was used for the movement within the moodboard.

Thanks for reading. Part 2 coming soon.

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millie-ionaire05 · 2 years ago

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Moonstruck Series Masterlist

Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: eventual smut, angst, e2l, slow burn, supernatural (werewolves, vampires, witches, hybrids), TVD/Legacies inspired

rating: mature/explicit

description: You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to break his sire bond with you. Not like you were thrilled an ungrateful brat was sired to you anyway. Just a hundred more days and it would all be over. He would no longer be loyal to you.

a/n: I finally decided to make a masterlist separate for the longest series I have ever written! It’ll be easier to post chapter updates on here rather than me going back to every chapter separately and adding a new link. Enjoy! Happy reading. :)

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millie-ionaire05 · 2 years ago

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From the Ashes

Characters: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Fantasy!au, angst

Synopsis: I am ready to confess my feelings to Jungkook, but his older brother, a wizard, has other plans. Plans with devastating consequences that I could never have prepared for.

Warnings: major character death, various mentions of fire

A/N: This story came about from a dream I had. Actually, two dreams I had last month. You can read them before the story if you'd like. I did have to change a lot in order for it to make a little more sense.

Dream Log 56

Dream Log 57

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“Are you sure?” My cousin stares at me with a mixture of disbelief and elation. “Once the words are out of your mouth, that’s it. There’s no taking them back.”

I giggle, my cheeks flushing with warmth from the terror and excitement coursing through me.

“I know, Merrick,” I say breathily. “But we only live once, right? If I never tell him, how will I know how he feels? I just don’t want to have any regrets later on.” Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to calm my rapidly beating heart, I ask, “Do I look okay?”

She side-eyes me as I run my hands over the smooth material of my cap-sleeved attire, trying to ensure everything is in place. The empire-waist dress hugs my breasts tightly, giving them a little lift. A butterfly embroidered sheer pink tulle overlay hangs beautifully atop the mint green satin length of the dress’s skirt that cascades down to the tops of my slippered feet. My hair is half-up, half-down, and a large mint green bow pinned to the back of my head completes the outfit I have chosen for the university’s Halloween festivities.

“I can’t believe you just asked me that.” She stares at me with feigned anger. “Didn’t you check yourself out in the mirror? You look absolutely gorgeous in that.”

The warmth in my cheeks intensifies, and I glance away momentarily.

Exhaling, I whisper, “I just want to make sure everything goes goo- no, great.”

She hugs me tightly, and I welcome not only the warmth the gesture provides but also the encouragement and love she is wrapping me in. My soul soaks it all up, steadying my heart. Though I am not a witch like her, we are extremely close and often find ourselves inadvertently sharing what the other is feeling. Merrick still believes I, too, am a witch, but at this age, nothing has manifested yet, and I don’t expect it to either.

And I am ok with that.

Stepping out of her arms, I tug open the matching reticule that hangs from my wrist and pull out my phone. A quick message asking my crush to meet me at the top of the library tower, where we both love to spend time as we study, read books, or listen to music is sent off. It should be empty now as everyone prepares to go to the auditorium for the costume ball. No one should be there to interrupt. No one there to witness the rejection if things don’t go how I would like them to. As of yet, he has not given the impression that he thinks of me as anything other than a good friend.

I shake my head, pushing away the negative thoughts before they can convince me to keep my confession to myself.

“Go,” she urges me. “You shouldn’t leave Jungkook waiting.”

“Ok, ok,” I laugh as I turn to push the door open and step outside.

The air is brisk as it hits my flushed skin. I can feel Merrick’s eyes on me as she watches me speedily walk across the courtyard. Scattered mounds of melted snow collected on the sides of the square I walk across are evidence of the remnants of a mid-autumn snowfall that had surprised us earlier in the week. I am a bit too exposed to the elements with my wispy dress and primarily bare arms, but I don’t seem to feel the cold. I’m too nervous and excited about what I’m getting ready to do.

Up ahead, I catch sight of Jungkook stepping into the archway that leads to the library tower. Though his face is not visible, his way of walking is unmistakable and gives him away. From this distance, I can make out that he’s wearing what appears to be black leather pants with a billowy white shirt that is only tucked into the front. A pair of black boots adorn his feet, and I wonder if he is dressed as a pirate or maybe a vampire just as he disappears deeper into the tunnel.

I speed up, soft, giddy giggles escaping my lips as I reach the archway. I pause to straighten my dress and take a few deep breaths as my slippered feet carry me forward. Footsteps echo across the cement walls, and the hair on the back of my neck instantly stands on end. I swirl around to find the silhouette of a slightly hunched figure clad in black floor-length robes. There is a hint of deep purple satin that lines the inside of the cloak, visible only when he steps closer.

I instantly recognize the pallid face that smiles at me. A chill shivers down my spine, and I have only a moment to wonder why it is that Jungkook’s older brother always gives me the heebie-jeebies whenever he is around despite his friendly demeanor. He’s never done anything to make me question his genuineness, yet I can sense something just behind those eyes that doesn’t quite fit the expression that sits on his face.

His hand darts forward to grab my wrist, pulling me from my inner thoughts. Though I gasp, nothing else comes out as I attempt to follow it with a scream. Utter fear and confusion locks me in place. It’s like his grip has control over my body’s functions, and nothing I do can override it.

“I knew it,” he hisses, his face contorting into disgust. His dark eyes hold my gaze as he tugs me into him. “You will not get the chance to tell him a thing, do you hear me?!”

My eyes widen. How does he know…

“Please,” I manage to croak out. “Let me go.”

“Oh, I’ll let you go, alright,” he sneers.

His fingers tighten, digging into my skin, as he begins to murmur unintelligibly. I don’t need to hear what he’s saying to know precisely what he’s doing. He is a wizard, after all, and wizards, just like witches, have magic powers. The possibilities are endless as to what they can do with that power, power he’s not supposed to use while on school grounds unless authorized by a professor or the Dean.

But here, in the middle of the tunnel, where anyone can see or hear if they pass by, he is chanting a spell without a care, and there is nothing I can do. A sensation similar to vertigo washes over me, and I fight the feeling of nausea as my body begins to transform. It only takes a few seconds before I am no longer human. Whatever words he has recited has converted me into a bird. He laughs as he gazes down at me, pleased at his work.

“It’s nothing personal, little raven,” he confides. “I’m just tired, ya know? Tired of him getting everything he wants. Tired of everyone saying he’s better at everything. The ‘golden boy’,” he mocks. “He’s just a measly human. He has no powers. Can’t cast spells or make charms. I can, though. I can, and no one cares. It’s always about Jungkook. I won’t let you make your confession to him and give him yet another thing he wants.”

My beady eyes can only stare up at him, absolutely dumbfounded at what is occurring. I let out a caw, and he chuckles.

“I’ve given him a little snack to munch on while he waits for you to meet up with him. We both know the kid can eat.” He grins at me as if he’s just chatting with a friend. “But little does he know I’ve added something extra to it. He’ll be dead before you can even reach him.”

He exits the archway with another laugh, leaving me in absolute shock. I flap my wings frantically, unsure of what to do.

“Y/N!” My cousin’s voice has me frantically skittering towards her. “Ohmygosh! What the hell happened to you? Did he do this? I saw him come in here after you, and I just got this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach…”

Merrick doesn’t wait for an answer. She squats down and sets her hand gently on my head. Closing her eyes, I let the images and the conversation run through my mind like a piece of CCTV footage and focus on pushing them toward her.

“Oh, shit!” she shoots up. “I gotta go get the Dean. You go and stop Jungkook!”

Scooping me up, she rushes out of the small arched tunnel and straight to the library doors. With fear guiding me, Merrick opens her hands, and I find I can instantly fly. I hear the door close behind me as she rushes across campus toward the Dean’s office, cell phone pressed to her ear.

I fly up the spiral staircase, my voice calling to Jungkook, screaming and begging him not to eat anything as I try to reach him as fast as I can. No words come out, only cawing sounds that reverberate against the walls as I circle my way up. Though new to flying, I make it to the top in record time, as if I have flown all my life.

It’s not fast enough, though.

As I reach the landing, my eyes catch sight of a bright pink and red box of Kancho (칸쵸) choco biscuits lying on the floor. My gaze shifts from the box to Jungkook’s form. A newspaper he must have been reading while he snacked was under his feet, the crinkling of the crisp paper sounding amplified in the ordinarily quiet space. His hands are clutching his throat, his eyes wide in desperate panic. From inside my head, I can hear his brother laughing maniacally.

The spell must allow him to see what I see, and I hate that I’m giving him a front-row seat to Jungkook’s dire predicament.

I need to figure out how to help Jungkook. My mind races as I try to lock in on what I can do. Jungkook falls to his knees, and I swoop toward him. Maybe I can pluck the food from his mouth and stop any further reaction the morsel is causing. I bump my beak under his chin, trying to tilt his head up, but there is a slight pfft sound as soon as I make contact with his skin. I stare on in disbelief as Jungkook disappears, and a pile of ashes materializes on top of the newspaper where he had just been, a thin tendril of smoke undulating up in front of me.

Footsteps pound up the stairs, and Merrick falls to her knees next to my now human form, her chest heaving. The thought that perhaps Jungkook turning to ash broke my spell sits at the back of my mind as my eyes continue to stare at the remains in front of me in sheer disbelief. I can feel hysteria trying to claim me, my cousin’s voice sounding miles away as she attempts to bring my attention to her. The elevator dings behind us, and in comes the Dean with several guards, their presence making the space feel cramped. Voices resonate up the stairs, the commotion sounding as if it were in the same room.

“Y/N was practicing magic,” Jungkook’s brother is saying. “I heard her say she was going to kill Jungkook, and then she changed into a bird. I was just on my way to find the Dean, actually.”

Tears burn down my cheeks at the betrayal. How can a brother commit such a heinous act against his own flesh and blood? How does he have the ability to push that familial bond aside and go through with extinguishing the life of his younger brother? It just doesn’t seem fathomable to me.

It’s not long before the world comes flooding in, and I begin sobbing hysterically, folding the paper gently to contain his ashes, even as my body shakes violently. It’s too much: too much feeling, too much pain, too much anguish. It’s all just too much. So I hug him to me, feeling like I’m suffocating. I am overwhelmed with so much grief I can’t even speak.

“Miss Y/N,” the Dean’s stern voice cuts through the cacophony in my head. His tone is not unkind and softens when he continues. “I’m afraid that is evidence, and I must confiscate it.”

I look down at the newspaper clutched between my trembling hands, my grip tightening.

“Sir,” Merrick steps in. “If I may?”

She raises her hand, reaching out towards the Dean.

“Go ahead,” he nods.

Her fingers touch his temple lightly, and they both close their eyes as I can only assume she is sending him the information and images I had given her earlier. His eyebrows pinch together, and his lips tighten into a thin line as he receives the information.

Merrick lowers her hand, solemnly replying, “That’s what happened.”

“I’m at a loss,” he shakes his head. Pulling out his walkie-talkie, he radios to the guards downstairs. “Arrest him. Use the magic suppressing cuffs.” To us, he admits, “His own brother. I would never have expected such condemnable actions from him.” The Dean sighs heavily, and it's full of disbelief. “Such an exemplary student. One of my best.”

“I never would have expected that from him myself,” Merrick agrees.

I would have. I think to myself. I felt something was off about him but had no proof of what. And now here we are. If only I had said something anyway.

“I will be contacting the family,” he tells us as we enter the elevator, my legs too shaky to take the stairs. Merrick holds me up as we descend. “I know I can trust you with his remains,” the Dean says gently. “You can hold on to them for us until they are able to come and retrieve them.”

I can only nod, the events draining me of energy. The elevator ride is quiet except for my sniffles and ragged breaths that sound extremely loud to my ears. This couldn’t be happening. There just could be no way Jungkook was dead. His brother. His freaking brother just-

The doors slide open, and I have a clear view of the offending man being escorted away, his hands cuffed at his back. Two guards hold him by the elbows on either side. My heart lodges in my throat when he looks over his shoulder, a small smirk adorning his lips as his eyes lock in on mine.

My knees buckle as rage and agony tighten my heart to the point it feels as if I’m about to have a heart attack. I crumble to the floor, and air refuses to enter my lungs. Black dots begin to dance before my eyes, but I don’t let go of the newspaper… of Jungkook.

“Dammit!” the Dean curses, and I can sense Merrick’s shock at his outburst. “Get her to her room before she keels over.”

My cousin nods, her arms hooking under my armpits to lift me.

“Come on, Y/N,” she coos. “You’re going to be ok. Just breathe and you’ll be okay.”

The Dean takes long, swift strides to the door and opens it quickly.

“Get him out of here, ASAP!” he roars before the door closes.

My focus turns to my cousin, who is begging me to breathe with her. I follow her guidance, and soon, the panic attack subsides, the darkness at the edge of my eyes slowly pulling away until I’m able to breathe and walk on my own.

“It hurts too much,” I whimper.

“I know,” she swallows thickly. “Believe me, I know.”

I have no doubt she does. Our connection so strong that I know she can feel just how grief-stricken I am, and it makes me feel guilty, selfish even as I allow her to guide me to my room.

The adrenaline must be wearing off because I begin to shake as soon as we enter my studio. The rugged stone walls are still holding onto the chill from outside. As I step further into the room, Merrick immediately gets a fire going in the fireplace. A warm, soft orange glow fills the center of the room.

“Let's get you outta this dress and into your jamas.”

I nod, too lost in the horrors I had experienced to do anything other than shiver and allow her to take over. After rummaging through my drawers, she returns with one of my ankle-length long-sleeved nightgowns and a shoe box I had been meaning to discard for some time.

Unzipping the back of my dress, she turns me to face her. “You’re going to have to put this down in order for me to take this off.”

I shake my head and whisper a desperate, “No.”

Merrick strokes my head as if I were a child. “I know this is difficult, but he wouldn't want you to be like this.”

I lift my eyes to hers, the tears distorting her face. “I can't,” I plead.

“Y/N.” She exhales before continuing. “Listen to me. You are in shock. You need to warm up, and in order to do that, you need to put this down so I can get you dressed properly and get you in bed.

I know you’re hurting, but standing here like this is not going to help anyone. You need to be strong for when his parents arrive. You understand?”

Oh, his parents! They are going to be so devastated. My heart breaks even more, but she's right. I have to get my shit together so I can be there for his family. They have two terrible pieces of news to deal with: the death of their youngest son and the fact that their eldest child committed the act.

“Ok,” I murmur.

“Ok,” she smiles at me. “Here’s a box you can keep him safely in.”

She holds it out, and I gently place the folded newspaper with Jungkook’s ashes inside the box. Just as carefully, she sets the box on my rounded table that sits across the fireplace, the two chairs neatly tucked in. Now that my hands are free, she is able to remove the dress and replace it with the nightgown. She walks me to my bed before disappearing into the bathroom.

I take that moment to remove my shoes and sit on my full-size bed. The frame is made of wood, with bulky square-shaped short posts. It has a rustic look, as I loved nature and enjoyed having pieces of it in my living space. The bed fits along the shortest wall of my rectangular-shaped room.

Merrick returns with makeup remover wipes and a wet face towel. I allow her to gingerly swipe the makeup from my face and eyes before she wipes off any remaining residue with the cloth. Pulling back the navy and cerulean blue comforter, Merrick helps me slide in and lie down.

“I can stay,” she insists, pointing her thumb over her shoulder towards the wall beside the door. “I don't mind sleeping on your futon.”

“No,” I shake my head, my eyelids heavy as the exhaustion from the evening's events starts claiming me. “I just need to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, hesitant to leave. I nod my head, already between the waking world and sleep. “Alright then.”

She strokes my hair a few times, the gesture lulling me further into dreamland. I barely catch the click of the door when she leaves.

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I hope you enjoyed Part 1. Happy Friday the 13th! Please look forward to Part 2. Coming soon.

Part 1| Part 2

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Jungkook 1 and 2

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Fire and Sparks

#bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jung kook #bts jungkook #jungkook fantasy #jungkook phoenix

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millie-ionaire05 · 2 years ago

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Kpop Dream Log 56: with Jung Kook

September 25, 2023, Monday (1)

It was a cold, frosty day and I was ready to tell my crush that I was in love with him. As my heart raced, I sped-walked across the courtyard, evidence of melting snow on the sides of the square I walked across. I had on a wispy pale green dress that had pink accents. A bit too exposed to the elements, but I didn’t seem to be cold. As I reached this hidden area, kinda like a little archway, I was transformed into a black bird, a raven.

My crushes brother, a malicious warlock, cast a spell out of jealousy. It wasn’t that he liked me, just hated that his brother got everything. It was Jung Kook he was jealous of, though his brother was not anyone I knew. He was dressed in robes of black, hunched a little, pale and seemed much older.

@millie-ionaire05 happens to be there and sees my transformation. She is frantic and begging for me to let her tell the Dean what has happened.

I watch Jung Kook, black-haired, with tanned skin, wearing a billowy white shirt, blue jeans, and camel-colored Tims, entering this tower-like building. That’s where I had been headed. We were in school and he liked to study there. From my bird’s eye view (somehow the change gave me this sight to him from an aerial view, though I was on the ground), I see him climb the stairs around and around until he reaches the top.

Evil brother, who I knew was a warlock and was not allowed to be practicing magic, especially not on the school grounds, has concocted a plan where Jung Kook would reach the study and find a snack there. He would eat it and shrivel up and die.

Somehow I am able to push this information to @millie-ionaire05's mind who then runs off to find the Dean.

I fly into the building as someone opens the door and I can hear my voice calling to Jung Kook, screaming and begging him to stop as I try to reach him as fast as I can, but only cawing sounds come out. By the time I make it to the top, he has already taken a bite of the food and is clutching his throat. From inside the building, I can hear his brother laughing maniacally.

Jung Kook falls to the ground onto a large piece of newspaper. I peck at his hands so I can see if I can help him, but as soon as my beak makes contact with his skin, there is a small pfft sound. Jung Kook is no longer there. I watch a pile of ashes appear on the newspaper where he had just been, a thin tendril of smoke undulating up in front of me.

At that moment, footsteps are pounding up the stairs and @millie-ionaire05 is falling to her knees next to my human form. Apparently, when Jung Kook turned to ash, my spell broke. An elevator dings and in comes the Dean and several guards. I can hear a commotion downstairs and the brother saying I had practiced magic, which causes the Dean to ask to detain me. Me being next to Jung Kook’s ashes made me a suspect as well.

I’m hysterical crying, folding the paper gently to contain his ashes. I hug him to me, feeling like I’m suffocating, as I explain to the Dean what really happened in between sobs.

I wake up as I’m escorted down the stairs, a free woman, while the brother has been handcuffed with magic suppressing cuffs and is being taken away.

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millie-ionaire05 · 2 years ago

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I never, ever, ever, come on here. Yet the one time, the one time, T hE oNE TImE I come on here, it’s to this?!? This amazing little teaser that is making me, literally in between typing this, set reminders to myself to come back and see if it’s been posted??? The grip that you’ve seized on MY soul is absolutely astonishing.

So this is really random but one of my drabble requests was for a Yoongi Soulmate scenario and I started writing it and I’m having so much fun SO I thought I’d give you guys a sneak peak! I’m hoping to have it up soon!

Roommate AU/Soulmate AU Preview • Yoongi

“Whatever you do, don’t mention soulmates.”

Kim Namjoon spent the last twenty minutes of your lunch break talking up his friend and trying to convince you to take him in as a roommate—

Only to make that weird comment and have you reconsidering your tentative acceptance.

“Okay…Is there a story to go with that cryptic declaration?”

Joon shook his head.

“I mean I don’t know if it’s my place—“

“Kim Namjoon, before I let some random man move into my place you’re gonna need to tell me why I can’t talk about soulmates. Everybody talks about soulmates. It’s what we do as a society. It’s like the weather—“

Joon snorted.

“Not Yoongi.”

“And the reason is?”

The two of you had a brief but intense staring contest.

“Alright fine—So… Yoongi was engaged.”

“To his soulmate?”

“No.”

“Oh…….Oh?”

Namjoon held up a finger—indicating that you should wait while he finished chewing his sandwich.

“He loved her—like a lot.”

“But they weren’t soulmates?”

“That didn’t matter to him. He said the whole system was stupid and didn’t mean anything.”

You chuckled.

“Bold words. I assume he had to eat them?”

Namjoon tilted his head in agreement.

“Yeah—he thought she was fine with it—the engagement was moving forward—and Yoongi was really happy….,”—he sighed and you unconsciously leaned in for the big reveal, —“until a soul mark popped up on her arm.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“What—noooo—she—she cheated on him?!”

There was only one way to get a soul mark.

Your soulmate had to see you without…clothes.

Like totally nude.

Fully naked.

Which meant Yoongi’s fiancé had gotten fully naked with somebody else.

No wonder he needed a place to stay.

Joon nodded.

“Seriously, don’t mention soulmates.”

• —— • ——— • —— • ——— • —— •——— •

As it turned out, you didn’t need to worry about mentioning soulmates to Yoongi—because the man barely spoke to you at all for the first three months you lived together.

Instead he communicated through a series of grunts, hums, and other assorted noises that you (surprisingly) became fluent in pretty quickly.

Once you even figured out that the milk carton was empty because Yoongi opened the fridge and sighed a certain way.

However, despite his aloof nature and interesting communicative habits, it was immediately clear why someone might be willing to throw over their hypothetical soulmate for him.

Min Yoongi was bloomin’ gorgeous.

And the few words you did hear him speak sounded like liquid sin on a cookie so—

Yeah.

#I simp Min Yoongi #he has a chokehold on me #now you do too??#this must be such a strange way to find out you’re being proposed to #but I mean #what did you expect?#I will literally worship the ground you walk on #for the rest of my life #lol Jk jk #…unless?

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millie-ionaire05 · 3 years ago

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Bump in the Night

Characters: Mingi and Female Reader

Genre: Thriller!au, Paranormal!au, 2-sentence spooky story

Word count: 3.8K

Synopsis: Moving out and living alone sounded great…until it's time for bed.

Warnings: description of a demon, descriptin of sleep paralysis, mention of angels, heaven and hell, but no specification to any religions, OC is afraid of the dark.

A/N: Here’s a little thriller to get the upcoming spooky month started. Enjoy!

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Nearly every night, as far as I can remember, a dark shadow enters my room.

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I inhale deeply, then exhale slowly, the breaths stuttering with the fear I am trying so hard to silence. I draw the comforter higher beneath my chin, my fingers clutching desperately tight to the material even as my palms grow slick with sweat.

“It’s ok. I’m ok. It’s ok,” I chant through slightly chattering teeth. “I can do this.”

But I wonder if I really can even as my heart betrays me with its wild thrums within my chest. I have to get some sleep, though. A night of rejuvenating deep sleep is what I need to clear my head. Plus, I am an adult. Adults don’t sleep with a nightlight on…right?

This is turning out to be a terrible start to my first night alone at my own place. I am twenty-three and have finally decided it’s time to move out and live by myself. My parents had insisted I stay, that there really was no reason for me to leave, but I felt I was ready. Now, though, as I lay here trembling, I am not sure I have made the best decision.

It isn’t like moving out has brought on this fear so suddenly. No. This fear of the dark is something I have lived with for quite some time. As far back as I can remember, actually. It started at a young age, maybe 10, when I had my first episode of sleep paralysis. It was petrifying not being in control of my body, especially when I just knew there was something there across the room, merely staring at me through the darkness.

Though it didn’t happen every night, I never knew when it would happen, which brought on anxiety every time it was time for bed. I did all I could to delay lights out, to the point that my parents recommended I sleep with a nightlight. It helped. Not always, since I was aware that the small light did not illuminate every dark corner of my room, but it helped enough, along with the fact that my parents were not too far from me, close enough that I knew they would rescue me if I screamed.

But tonight? Tonight is my first night alone. I am already tucked in my bed debating on trying out sleeping with no light when I notice my door is cracked open a smidge. In my haste to get through my first night, I didn’t realize I hadn’t shut the door completely. The pink glow of my night light does not reach all the way to the door, my mind already beginning to conjure up a humanoid shape peering in through the sliver between the door and the door frame.

“It’s not real,” I whisper shakily to myself.

My hand trembles as I yank the comforter away so I can hurriedly run and shut the door, but it instantly halts as I am reminded of the monster under the bed. Surely once my feet touch the floor, a thin knobby hand will yank me into the void beneath the bed.

“Shit,” I breathe in frustration, feeling helpless.

I feel like a hostage in my own bed, the fear clutching onto me and making it impossible to do anything to shake it off. Perhaps if I jump, dash to the door and close it and then dive back into the bed, I’d be safe from the-.

Zmmph!

The lights have gone out. A scream lodges in my throat as I am engulfed in a thick and heavy darkness. I look to my right at my digital alarm clock just to confirm what I already know as I try to swallow down my panic. The soft blue numbers are nowhere to be found, but there is a muted orange glow around my curtained window that provides barely any illumination into my room.

Great. It’s just my place that has lost power.

I turn my attention straight ahead, eyes the size of saucers, as I stare at the area where I know the door is. Squinting my eyes as they adjust to the darkness, I startle, caught off guard as I notice the figure I thought I had imagined earlier…is actually still there.

It is tall, almost reaching the top of the door frame. Its hair is curly, but I can’t make out any distinct features. My body is abuzz with utter fear as the creak of the hinges seems deafeningly loud in the extreme silence as the door begins to slowly open wider. My heart nearly drops to the pit of my stomach as the entity begins to enter the room. I let out a small gasp while my eyes follow it up, up, up as I try to focus on the face hovering so close to the ceiling of my room.

The figure stands there, staring in my direction, but not for long. Soon he is silently inching his way closer and closer to me. By now, I am paralyzed with terror and am no longer able to move my limbs. As it approaches my bed, I am beyond petrified to the point that I can’t bring myself even to whisper, much less scream. Time seems to be going in slow motion, yet fast at the same time. Before I know it, he has reached the edge of my bed, near my left hip. I hadn’t noticed before, but now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I can see he has a weapon in his left hand. It looks like a machete. My breathing becomes heavy as hysteria begins to take hold of me. I shut my eyes when it starts to raise the machete over its head as if it is going to swing it down and stab me.

If he is going to kill me, I rather not see it happening.

There is nothing else I can do as the rest of my body is still not responding. I cannot scream. I cannot fight back. All I can do is breathe and move my eyes. I hold my breath, my heart pounding like thunder in my ears as I wait for my death to come. By now, I’m panting, my fear pushed past its limits, and I feel lightheaded with it.

I don’t know how much time has passed before I realize I feel no pain. I’m still alive. I unhurriedly open my eyes and look up to find it was no longer there! Swallowing thickly, I look around even as I feel tingling in my arms and legs. I sense my body being released from its paralyzing hold and shake my hands to test them out. They move. Slowly I sit up, leaning over just as my hearing rushes back into existence. Gasping, I look over the edge of my bed and clutch my heart at the sight.

Two figures are engaged in a struggle. They are two beings darker than the darkness of my bedroom floor, rolling around as each tries to gain control of the other. I am unable to make out anything aside from arms swinging and legs flailing as a shorter shadow straddles the taller one. Breath heavy, the one above opens something with one free hand from a necklace I had not noticed around his neck. For the first time, I am able to see the creature fighting to buck the other from atop him as a golden light fills the space.

My hand flies to my mouth to cover a horrified scream from bubbling from my throat. Black eyes with an iridescent green sheen stare at the other with a hatred so pure it draws a shiver from me. It has no nose beneath those terrifying eyes, but its mouth is a ragged slash across the lower half of its face. It is like a grotesque version of The Joker. Yellow jagged teeth snap threateningly until the other begins to murmur.

Now there is anger and just a hint of fear mixed in as the dark shadow that has tormented me all my life writhes even more in hopes of getting free. The words, a language I have never heard, grow louder and louder as the light becomes brighter. Soon the light is too bright; I have to squeeze my eyes shut to block it from blinding me. An unearthly scream reverberates throughout the room, and I move my hands from my mouth to my ears. The ear-piercing sound wriggles through my fingers; the sound muffled only slightly as I draw my knees up and press my forehead into them as if that will help keep the light and sound away from me.

“Y/N?”

A deep voice cuts through my fear, bringing me to slowly drop my hands and lift my face. I blink a few times blearily, realizing my lights are back on, my room glowing softly with the soothing pink light I am used to sleeping in. As my eyes travel up to find the voice that has spoken, I’m unable to hold back a gasp as my gaze lands on the face of the one that had been chanting moments before.

I scramble back on the bed, trying to put as much distance between him and me as I can. Wincing when my back smacks into the wall, I try to hold back a whimper.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper with a sob.

His eyes soften as he reaches out for me, his hand dropping when he sees the terror in my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” His lips press together tightly in shame, head shaking slowly as if he really feels pained. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. I promised I would never hurt you, but not being here on time...well, that caused you hurt, didn’t it?”

I sniffle, wiping at the tears that had unknowingly wet my cheeks.

Gathering my courage, I ask, “Are-are you the demon monster that lives under my bed?”

He chuckles, tickled at my words. I frown, my lips turning down.

“Ah, apologies,” he sobers up. “It’s just funny to be thought of as a demon or a monster.”

I take a moment to look at him now that he does not appear actually to be trying to kill me. His hair, close-shaven at the back with mahogany tufts that skim the tops of his ears, the tips tinted a forest green, is parted just off center. Some strands fall just beside his eyes, those eyes that were so intense yet held a kindness in them. His pink-tinted lips are slightly upturned, offering a softer look to his face. He wears all-black clothing, to help him blend with the surrounding darkness all the better, I’m sure. This brings an almost glowing warmth to the tawny tone of his skin.

“Well, if you are neither of those,” I push. “Then what are you? Some sort of guardian or something?”

He shrugs, nodding as he allows, “Something like that.” Extending his hand, he offers, “My name is Song Mingi.”

I hesitantly slip my hand into his, marveling at the size difference, and introduce myself as well.

“It’s good to officially meet you,” he smiles, and I watch his eyes slip shut into little half moons while his nose crinkles as if he genuinely is happy to meet me. Shoulders slumping, as he tilts his head to the side, he adds, “Though this was never supposed to happen.”

“Oh,” I stare on awkwardly as I slide my hand from his. “Will you be in trouble because of me?”

“Well…” he shrugs but doesn’t answer. “I should get back on guard, though. There are still a few hours of darkness left this night.”

He stands, and I feel the fear creeping back in. The image of that thing that had been in my room was still fresh in my mind’s eye. Not wanting him to leave me alone just yet, I shoot out another question.

“Wait.” He pauses to look down at me. But, Jesus, he was tall, and I have to crane my neck in order to stare at his gorgeous face. “That thing. What was that?” Mingi eyes me, and I can just about see the internal dialogue he is having with himself about how much actually to divulge. Finally, he sits back down, and I smile with relief.

“That was a demon,” he relents. My eyes widen at the admission. One thing is to think that’s what it is. It is another thing completely to hear that what you have suspected all these years to be true… is real. “I’ve been charged with capturing him since about two or so years back.”

“What?” My eyes widen even more. “Really?”

“Yes. He’s proven to be a bit sneaky. Never stepping past your doorway before, at least not on my watch, so it’s been difficult for me to get at him. The guy I replaced wasn’t so lucky the one time it did come close to you.”

My brows draw down sharply, a vague memory tickling my mind. The images are too difficult to grasp onto, which doesn’t surprise me. It’s not often I’m able to remember what’s going on when I’m in sleep paralysis.

“Someone else had been watching over me before you?”

“Yes,” he sighs. “I wasn’t given all the details, but what I know is that one night, the demon came in and there was a struggle and our guy was badly hurt.”

“Oh no!” I gasp, guilt washing over me.

“He did have time to call for back up, but as soon as they arrived, the demon left. The recruit was injured pretty badly.”

“He survived?” I breathe out, sagging with relief.

Mingi nods, “But he was reassigned and I’ve never met him. I just took up his post and have been watching over you since. I was quite surprised after all that time, he got ballsy again and managed to get as close as he did tonight. I’m starting to think the incident earlier was a diversion so he could finally take hold of your soul. His impatience got the better of him.”

“My soul?” I ask, my hand reaching up to clutch at my heart as if that would help keep my soul safely tucked inside me. “It wanted my soul?”

“Yes,” Mingi sighs. “It’s what they all want. Another soul to add to hell and its army. My job is to prevent that from happening.”

“Oh, I see,” I murmur, a bit overwhelmed by the information. “So you aren’t human, huh?”

“I used to be,” he smiles sadly. “But no. Not anymore.” “Are you an angel?” I probe some more. Mingi laughs, a boisterous boyish sound that has his shoulders shaking and him curling into himself. “What?” I query, seriously.

His laughter continues, and it’s not long before my own lips are trembling with the need to join in, though I don’t understand what is so funny. I finally let a giggle slip, and Mingi dries non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “I’m not an angel. But!” He holds up a finger just as my mouth opens to ask another question. “I am tasked with capturing demons, and I do hand them over to an angel who sends them back to hell.”

“Wow,” I breathe as I try and wrap my brain around what he’s telling me. “So are you stuck in the in-between or purgatory or whatever it is?” Mingi’s face tightens a bit, a hint of sadness touching those dark eyes of his. It hurts to see it, and I quickly try and backtrack. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. It’s none of my business….”

“No, it’s ok,” he swallows hard. “Honestly, I haven’t spoken with another living human in such a long time. It’s not...a common thing for humans to see us, so it’s a bit refreshing being able to talk with someone again.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.” Mingi pauses, and just when I think he’s not really going to answer my question, he tells me, “My human life was a long time ago, so I won’t go into details about it. I’ll just say I was not bad enough to go to hell, but not good enough to enter Heaven. My human skills were something that gave the good guys a one-up, so I was recruited with the promise I would be given a place in Heaven, a chance to see my family again...if I helped rid Earth of demons. So here I am...and here I’ll continue to be until I am told I have redeemed myself.”

“Well, thank you,” I smile at him. He raises a questioning brow at me. “For protecting us. For protecting me and capturing that thing.”

I lean forward and hug him. Mingi stiffens in my arms but then reciprocates the gesture. I hear him let out a breath of air as if this has all been such a weight on his shoulders, and he is glad to finally have someone to talk to about it, and I can’t help but hug him tighter.

“I don’t do this for the gratification,” he starts as he pulls away. “But I have to say; it feels really good to hear someone thank me. It makes me feel like I’ve really made a difference.” I feel my cheeks warm up and clear my throat. “Well,” his palms smack his thighs. “I should really get back on post. You never know when you can be attacked again.”

Mingi stands, and once more, you feel the dread build, the idea of being alone, especially now that you knew what you saw was not your imagination making your heart race erratically in your chest. It was too much, just way too much for your mind to handle alone.

“Please stay,” you plead. “If you still have to guard me, why can’t you just stay here...in the bed...closer to me? I’m pretty certain it’s much more comfortable a place than wherever it is that you watch from.” Mingi stares down at me, his jaw clenching as he mulls it over. “Please?” you pout cutely at him and know you have won when he sighs heavily.

“Fine,” he concedes. I yip excitedly, causing him to grumble. “But just this once since you’ve been through it tonight.”

I happily wriggle back down so my head is on my pillow and my comforter is over me. Mingi walks around to the other side of the bed, and my eyes follow his sleek form until he sits on the bed, taking a moment to remove his shoes before lying beside me. I look down the length of his body to see his feet nearly reaching the end of the bed.

“Sheesh, how tall are you even!” I muse aloud. Mingi’s laughter fills the room again. Covering my face, my words come out muffled as I groan. “Ugh, did I actually say that out loud?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles.

“Just ignore me,” I sigh. “I blurt stuff out when I’m anxious.”

Mingi shifts to his side, his hand beneath his cheek as he looks up at me. “What do you have to be anxious about? I’m here. Nothing is going to get you.”

I shift to lie down on my side as well and face him.

“Are you sure about that?” I shoot back, a bit of the fear still lingering within me. He nods without hesitation, offering a wide reassuring smile. My heart melts, and I stare back, mumbling, “Why are you so fine?!” His eyes widen just the slightest bit, taken aback by my statement. A hint of color touches his cheek, and I watch his mouth open to speak. I quickly interrupt, embarrassed by my bluntness. “Oh no, I did it again. Just ignore me.”

I curl my pillow over my head as if it could shield me from making any more unnecessary commentary. Mingi gently pushes the pillow away and takes one of my hands in his turning it palm up.

“Thank you for the compliment,” he chuckles and then blows a puff of air towards the center of my hand.

Suddenly, a necklace similar to the one he’s wearing appears out of thin air. An opalescent crystal vial attached to a leather strap is dangling from my fingers.

“Wha- How did you do that?!” I stammer incredulously.

The bed shakes slightly with Mingi’s laughter. “Tricks of the trade.”

“What is this?” I ask, and we both sit up. “I mean, I know it’s a necklace, but I know it’s not just a necklace.”

“You’re right. That is an Angel Aura quartz. It holds peaceful cleansing energy and is where we trap the demons. I use this to transport the prisoner to the Angel, and he handles it from there. This one is empty, though, so don’t worry.” He watches as I slip it over my head. The stone stops just between my breasts. And it could be persuasion from his words, but almost instantly, I feel my nerves settle, and my body completely relax. I watch as all humor leaves his face as he stares at me intensely. “Whenever you need me, any emergency, just hold it in your hand and say my name. I’ll be here in a blink of an eye. You got that?”

I nod vigorously, cradling the beautiful crystal vial in my hand.

“Thank you,” I smile, up at him, unshed tears glossing over my eyes.

“You’re welcome,” Mingi winks at me. “Now, why don’t you close your eyes and go to sleep? You are safe now, so you don’t need to feel worried or scared.”

“You promise you'll stay?” I press my lips together in silent prayer.

“I do.” He encourages me to lie down again. “At least until sun up. I have to go and see the Boss.”

I nestle into my pillow; my comforter wrapped snuggly around me. Mingi settles into the space beside me with his hands folded behind his head. Though he is a stranger, I feel comfortable and safe even for the first time in forever.

“Mingi?” I murmur.

“Mmm?”

“Can you tell me what it was like for you… before… before you were recruited as demon capturer?”

The exhaustion was starting to pull me down, my words difficult to form.

“Demon capturer?” he laughs. “That’s one way to put it. Well, It was the early 80’s, and I….”

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Stretching, I sit up in bed and then glance around. The spot beside me is empty, and for the briefest of moments, I think to myself that last night surely had to have been a dream, but as I stand, something bumps against my chest. I look down to see the necklace with the crystal vial hanging from my neck. I freeze.

Had that all actually been real?

Wrapping my fingers around the vial, I close my eyes and call out, “Song Mingi.”

As promised, he appears, a knowing smirk on his face.

Last night had not been a dream at all.

Nearly every night, as far as I can remember, a dark shadow enters my room.

Unbeknownst to me, the shadow under the bed I was also terrified of was protecting me from the demon intent on taking my soul.

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millie-ionaire05 · 3 years ago

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Got my Number

Characters: Jooheon x Female Reader

Genre: idol!au, fluff, smut

Synopses: A trip to see Monsta X in concert turns out to be so much more than expected.

Word Count: 10.9K

Playlist: https://youtu.be/3aSeACXczwY

“I’m gonna go down to the gym for a bit,” I announce as I step out of the bathroom. “Wanna come?”

Draping a towel over my shoulders, I face my cousin, who is lying on the bed still snuggled beneath the comforter, a Kindle blocking her face from view.

Peaking over the device, her lips turn down, “Meh, no thanks.”

I let out a chuff in amusement even as I grab my phone and room key.

“Welp, I’ll be down there for an hour or two if you change your mind.”

“Mhmm…”

I chuckle to myself, quite certain she didn’t actually hear what I said. She is already lost in whatever book she is currently reading. We’d driven down together to attend the long-awaited Monsta X concert. We had held on to our excitement until we arrived, the worry that it would be postponed, yet again, nagging at the back of our minds. All that pent-up anxiousness needed an outlet, and the gym would be the perfect place for me to get rid of some of it.

The event was tonight, but 7:30 seemed so far away, it only being 9 am. There was no way I could wait. Taking the elevator down to the first floor, it’s not long before I’m swiping my card against the black reader and stepping into the hotel’s gym. Thankfully it’s empty, and some of the tension in my shoulders loosens up. I make my way straight for the treadmill, popping in my earbuds as I begin to play an audiobook.

An hour later, I’m just about to step off of the treadmill and move on to work out my arms when I hear the door click shut. Dabbing at the sweat on my face, I remove the earbuds and decide to leave instead. Looking up as I pick up my phone and room key to at least offer a smile to the incomer, I freeze for the briefest of moments as my eyes make contact with the person.

It’s freaking Jooheon!

He smiles back but frowns as I pass by him quickly, ducking my head as I make my way towards the exit. There is no way I am staying in there…alone…with him. Nope. Screw arms today!

“가지마 (Gajima-Don’t go).” He doesn’t say it loud, but it’s enough that I can still hear him. It’s almost as if he is testing me. Maybe to see if I would respond or keep going? Either way, it doesn’t matter. Just hearing his voice has me instantly stopping and turning to face him. “You understood me?” he asks, surprised. “You know Korean?”

I shake my head, my heart beating so loud he sounds a bit muffled to my ears. “No. I can’t speak it fluently, but I do know some words.” Then, tilting my chin towards him, I add, ”That one word you said is one of them.”

He smiles sweetly, his eyes turning to little slits as he waves me over.

“So you will stay? We can work out together.”

“Uhm, are you sure?” I ask even as I look around, wondering if I’m being pranked.

“Yes, come on. I’m Jooheon,” he reaches his hand out.

“I kn-” I stop myself, wanting to give him the opportunity to have a normal interaction. Instead, I slip my hand into his, and he shakes it gently. ”I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” he grins happily.

“Nice to meet you,” I chortle, then clear my throat. “I’m glad you asked me to stay. I kinda wanted to do arms anyway.”

“Ok!” he says, jubilantly clapping his hands loudly together. “I spot you; you spot me.”

I can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

“You can spot me, but there is no way I’ll be able to help you if one of those bars comes down on your throat.”

He just laughs, “We won’t be using barbells.”

“Oh,” I say quietly as my cheeks warm.

He hands me a set of dumbells, and we start, going through various arm exercises that he guides us through. By the third rep, he’s standing behind me, tapping my shoulders lightly.

“Don’t bring them to your ears. Just relax.”

I nod my head, “Got it.”

We continue on, working through various dumbbell arm exercises. I take every tip and suggestion he provides, and I’m grateful the workout has my face flushed because every word of encouragement and praise he throws my way has me overheating.

Forty minutes pass when the repetitions become more difficult to complete. I push through the burn, wondering if my heavy breathing is from the exertion or his proximity as I begin to struggle. I grit my teeth, my arms trembling through the last few v-raises as they become much too difficult to execute.

“You got it,” he cheers me on. “You're doing so good.”

“I can’t,” I groan, wanting to drop the equipment but hating to disappoint him.

“Yes, you can,” he urges as he sets his own weights down. “Let me help you a little bit.”

Jooheon steps behind me, his body so close I can actually feel the heat radiating from him. His arms extend, and I watch through the mirror as the palms of his hands glide across my skin before gently pressing up at my elbows. His breath blows across my ear, and I have to bite down on my lower lip to suppress a sigh and a shiver. Swallowing thickly, my eyes shut in order to block out the image of us in the mirror.

“OK,” I say more to myself as I try to clear my head.

“Don’t forget to breathe.”

My eyes open, and he smirks at me through the mirror as if he knows the very inappropriate thoughts that are running through my mind.

“Right,” I nod, unable to think of anything else to say, and my face reddens even more as I try to look anywhere but at our reflections.

We lift together, his hands just barely touching me now as I focus on raising my arms without his help. We get through five before he takes the dumbbells from me.

“Good work,” he beams proudly as he puts the weights away. “I have to go now,” he informs me after glancing at his watch. “I have a concert tonight.”

“Yeah, I know,” I smile. “I’ll be there.”

“Really?” The smile he throws my way is so pleased; his eyes have disappeared into little slits again. “What seats do you have?” I tell him, and he tsks. “Let me get you something closer. I’ll leave a ticket for you at the box, ok?”

“You don’t have to,” I try and decline, not wanting him to think I want to take advantage of him.

“Let me, ok?” he insists with a pout. He looks around and grabs a brochure and pen that were near the door. “Put your first and last name here and phone number.”

“I’m here with my cousin….”

“There’s no problem. I’ll leave two tickets.”

I take the brochure and pen and find a spot where I can write my name and phone number.

“Here you go.”

Taking it back, Jooheon asks, “Do you want to come up and have dinner with me after the concert?”

Taken aback, I try to push down the panic and excitement as I battle within myself, wanting to say hell the fuck yes vs. I really really shouldn’t.

I mumble, “Mmm, I don’t know….”

“ I promise to be perfect gentleman.”

The glint in his eyes is telling me the opposite, and I smirk cocking an eyebrow at him, not hiding the fact that I don’t believe him. He shrugs and winks.

“Ok. Fine,” I find myself saying, a nervous flutter tickling my stomach.

“OK,” he repeats with a grin. “I’ll see you at the concert and then after.”

“Yes.”

He slips on a face mask. Then, placing a hat over his sweaty locks, he draws the bill down low and walks me out the doors.

“Thanks for the workout,” he murmurs through the face mask as he stops outside the gym.

“Anytime,” I shrug with a smile

“I’m going this way. Bye-bye.”

“Bye.” I walk in the opposite direction, a dazed smile on my face. By the time I step into my room, I’m wondering if the interaction has all been just a daydream. My cousin stretches drowsily in the bed but then sits up straight as her gaze lands on me.

“What happened?”

I plop down into the desk chair and wheel around to face her, my eyes still wide.

“You are never going to believe this,” I shake my head. “I’m still not sure that I even believe it myself, to be honest.”

“What is it?” she insists, pulling back the covers to let her feet plant firmly on the carpeted floor. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Guess who I saw at the gym?”

She eyes me warily even as she offers “Monsta X” with a snicker.

I cock an eyebrow at her, and she stills.

“You saw Monsta X in the gym?!”

“Not all of them, just Jooheon.”

“Jooheon?!” she nearly screeches. “As in your ultimate bias?”

I can’t help but grin now as I nod and tell her everything that happened. Suddenly my heart falls heavily into my stomach.

“I just realized he didn’t tell me his room number! How am I going to meet up with him after the concert?”

“Don’t freak out. You said you gave him your number, so maybe he’s going to call you. On the other hand, he’s probably just trying to play it safe,” she points out. “You just met, so it’s not like he can fully trust you.”

“That’s true,” I allow.

“Now, go take a shower and get yourself a nap. I have a feeling this is going to be a loooong night for you,” she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at me.

“Stop,” I whine.

“I’m just sayin’,” she shrugs. “Your boy deserves the Gluck Gluck 3000, so Imma need you to deliver.”

“Oh my God,” I groan with a huff.

I shove her playfully, my face flushing pink at the insinuations. She falls onto the bed, clutching at her belly as she cackles boisterously. Her laughter is still audible even after I close the bathroom door behind me.

“That was amazing!” my cousin sighs blissfully beside me as we make our way to the car.

I hum in agreement, my heart still racing from the experience of the hi-wave and the send-off.

“It sure was.”

“Your boy really had a hard time keeping his eyes away from you,” she bumps me playfully. I could only giggle because she was right. “That one time he crouched down next to us?” She shakes her head. “I have no idea how you are still alive right now.”

“I’m not,” I clutch at my chest. “This is my ghost you’ve been talking to since this morning, actually.”

“Well, you better get back into your body, girl,” she chuckles as we approach the vehicle. “Joohoney is going to need you alive and well.”

We both burst into laughter as we get into the car. While she drives off, I rummage through the totes we were given when we arrived at the venue.

“That was really nice of him to leave us gifts,” I murmur as I dig through the beanie, shirt, and baseball cap until I reach what I’m searching for. I take out the photocards and look at them again. “Having the guys autograph the PC’s, too? He really didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah. That was super sweet. I know I’m not alone in thinking we would have been just as happy with only the tickets,” she smiles, genuinely touched by the gesture.

“No, I agree, for sure.”

The ride back was quick, the hotel only being ten minutes from the venue. I take a quick shower, and it’s not long after that I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror eyeing myself, disappointed sighs slipping past my lips as I turn this way and that. I am not satisfied no matter which angle I present to the mirror.

It’s not like I had actually planned on meeting any of the members of Monsta X, so I hadn’t brought anything fancy to wear. In fact, I was dressed the complete opposite of fancy. I was extremely casual in a pair of dark blue regular fit jeans, the flesh of my thighs and knees peeking through the random rips on the material. My top was simple, an olive green v-neck t-shirt that I tried to dress up with the same jewelry I had worn to the concert: a silver necklace with a bee charm that dangles delicately just above my cleavage, the Jooheon version of the TTG bracelet on my right wrist.

“He already saw you sweaty and in workout clothes,” my cousin tsks at me. “Stop bashing yourself. You look great.”

“Ugh,” I groan in exasperation. “Did you see how some Monbebe were dressed? They were gorgeous. How can I compete with that? That’s probably why he hasn’t called. He took one good look at me at the hi-wave and was like, ‘nah’.”

My cousin tugs me to the bed, and we both fall back onto it.

“You need to get those negative thoughts out of your head,” she commands firmly. “He gave you better seats; he gave you a swag bag,” she counts off on her fingers. Then looking at me, she adds, “He asked you to eat with him…while you were both funky from working out. He’s gonna call.”

I meet her gaze and see assurance staring back at me. I try and fight back a smile but fail miserably.

“Well, when you put it like-”

An instrumental version of “Magnetic” cuts me off and we both gasp, shooting up off of the bed.

“Oh shit!” my cousin exclaims. “Pick it up! Hurry.”

“What if it’s not him?” I fret as I snatch up my phone. “It says ‘Unknown Caller’.”

“Really?” my cousin deadpans. “Who else would be calling damn near midnight?”

I chuckle sheepishly and swipe my finger across the screen to accept the call.

“Hello?” I answer as nonchalantly as possible.

“Hello. Is this Y/N Y/LN? “Yes. It is. Who am I speaking with?”

I look up to see my cousin grinning across from me as the unfamiliar voice comes through the speaker of my cellphone.

“My name is Alex with the Monsta X US security team. I’m calling on behalf of Jooheon. If you are still interested in accepting the invitation, he extended to you, then please meet me at the elevator lobby of the 8th floor.”

“Yeah,” I nod dumbly. “Yes. I’m still interested. I’m just a few floors down, so I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Ok. I’ll see you then.”

The call disconnects, and I grab my cousin’s hands and squeal in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She laughs and pulls me in for a hug.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” she grins. “And whatever they make you sign, just know that shit don’t apply to me, right? I need every little detail from the moment you walk into his room to the moment you leave. Got that?”

I giggle as she walks me to the door, “Oh, for sure.”

“Ok, here’s your key card, and you have your phone.” Hands on my shoulders, her eyes lock onto mine as her tone becomes serious. “If you become uncomfortable, or shit goes sideways, you call me. I don’t give a fuck what time it is. I took my shit off Do Not Disturb just for you, bitch.”

I smile fondly at her, “Well, I guess you really do love me. You don’t take your phone off Do not Disturb for no one.”

“You got that right.”

“But seriously, yes. I will call you if anything goes wrong.”

Giving me another hug, she opens the door for me.

“Now go have fun,” she winks as she wiggles her fingers at me.

I can only laugh as I step out into the hall and make my way to the elevators. Inside, I swipe the card, press the eight, and watch as it lights up. I feel my heart begin to beat unnaturally fast as butterflies flutter furiously in my belly. I’m so focused on breathing to relax that I jump when the elevator pings and the doors open. So much for calming my heart rate.

Waiting a few steps away from the doors is a man dressed in all black, possibly in his later 20s or early 30s. He motions with his hand for me to approach him. I step off of the elevator and hear the doors close softly behind me.

“You’re name?” he asks, and I answer automatically as I look around. There was no one else in this area. “ID, please.” I frown but open my phone case to provide him a view of my driver’s license. He nods, and I close the case. “I’m Alex. We’re just going to move over to the hallway. I have a form I need you to fill out. Do you know what an NDA is?” I nod. “Great. I just need you to read over it. If you agree with the terms, just sign the bottom, and you are good to go.”

“Ok,” I reply meekly.

As we come out of the lobby, we make a right into the hallway, where there is a table. Another man is sitting there, and he passes Alex a clipboard with a sheet of paper and a pen. I glance passed them to see a young woman in a pink halter top that exposes her toned abdomen. The matching mini circle skirt reveals a pair of long shapely legs. The white platform shoes she wears accentuate her lovely calves. She is absolutely gorgeous, and I can’t help but feel insecure about how I look compared to her.

I watch as the door she’s in front of opens, and the smile on her face widens as she steps in. Whoever answers speaks too softly for me to make out which member she was there to see.

“Here you go,” Alex draws my attention back to him as he hands me the clipboard.

I smile weakly at him, “Thanks.”

Looking down at the sheets in front of me, I swallow thickly as I skim over the words. I would not be able to post about the encounter on social media. I would not be permitted to post pictures taken during my time with Jooheon. If I violated the terms of the agreement, I would be fined. Depending on the extent of the information released, I could also be sued. I had no plans on blabbing about my time with Jooheon…except with my cousin. No one would believe me anyway. Signing at the bottom, I return the clipboard to Alex.

“Thanks,” he smiles down at me as he passes it to the other person. “Come on.” I follow quietly behind him, my palms beginning to grow clammy. “You can keep your cellphone, but keep in mind what you just signed. Anything that happens once you are with the artist cannot be shared in any form on social media. You cannot speak to journalists or the news. Got it?”

I nod, “Got it.”

“Ok, go ahead and knock,” he instructs. “Have a good night.”

“Thanks. You, too,” I reply as he begins to walk away.

Taking a deep breath, I bring my hand up to rap my knuckles against the door. I catch sight of my watch lighting up with 00:00 just as the door opens. I feel my entire body shut down as Jooheon comes into my line of vision. When I see that he is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black and white striped tank top, not something fancy, my body restarts, and I offer him a bashful smile.

“Come in,” he smiles back as he widens the door. “The food’s already here. Is that ok?” I look over at the coffee table in the center of the room to find it loaded with various containers of food, two shot glasses, and several bottles of soju chilling in a bucket of ice. “I was missing home, so the staff sent up Korean food.”

“I like Korean,” I nod as he draws me in closer to the food after closing and locking the door behind us. “Oh, uhm, my shoes,” I pause before going any further.

“You can leave them by the door, or you can keep them on if you want.”

I glance over my shoulder to see his shoes by the door, so I go back to leave mine right next to his.

“So what exactly do we have?” I ask as he guides me to sit on the carpeted floor.

He hands me a pair of chopsticks and then begins to open everything, naming the different dishes as he goes.

“This is tteokbokki, and this is mandu. Here is tonkatsu. I also have bap, uh rice, and salad.”

He smiles at me, and I glance over everything, looking for a plate of my own. Not finding one, I look back up at Jooheon.

“Uhm…is there a plate…”

He chuckles endearingly at me, a small hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“No, no. We share food. We eat together from same plates.”

Right. Here’s to hoping I don’t make a mess in front of the one person I admire so much.

“OK,” I look down at everything nervously.

Jooheon grabs his phone and loads a slow R&B playlist, adjusting the volume down low before setting his phone on the table. At first, we ate quietly, letting the music fill the hushed space. I’m too focused on making sure I don’t drop anything I find I don’t feel awkward anymore. With the smooth, melodic tunes playing soothingly around us, it actually feels quite comfortable, and I let myself relax. It’s not so bad being close to him, so close our knees keep brushing against each other as we reach over for different assortments of food. No, it’s not so bad when I’m not looking directly at his face.

“It’s good, right?” Jooheon catches my attention just as I bring a thick piece of tteokbokki into my mouth.

“Mhmm,” I hum with a few nods as I try to chew through the gummy morsel enough to be able to swallow it down so I can offer a proper reply. Jooheon chuckles as I clear my throat. “Everything is so good. I skipped dinner, I’m surprised I didn’t pass out during the concert,” I admit. “But I’m glad I didn’t eat before because this is soo yummy, and I wouldn’t have had room for it.”

“Oh! Come, you have a little something….” Jooheon murmurs distractedly even as his hand reaches out towards my face. My eyes widen, and my breath catches in my throat as he palms my cheek. Just when I was starting to feel at ease, I groan internally. I feel the blood drain from my face as I wonder: Is it time? Is this his way of telling me he’s ready to…to… His eyes flick to mine, searching as he says, “You’re shaking. Are you cold?” I swallow thickly, my cheeks flushing slightly as heat creeps back up. I shake my head, and his brow wrinkles as he assures, “I’m not gonna hurt you, ya know?”

I nod, “I know.” Unable to take the intensity of his gaze any longer, I look down at my hands. Not liking that I caused him concern, I let out a shaky breath, admitting, “I just…I like you too much, so I’m just… I’m really nervous.”

Jooheon uses his index finger to lift my chin, gently forcing me to look back up at him. “But you don’t even know me.”

The slight smile he gives me deepens his dimples, but the gesture does not fool me. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and the ache in my heart at his tone tells of the weight the words carry. He’s right, though. I don’t know him. Not really. I see what he allows the world to see, the version of him the company portrays. But that’s just a part of him, not all.

His thumb wipes away whatever had been at the corner of my mouth, and I watch, entranced as he brings the digit to his mouth. My own lips fall slightly open when he begins to suck at his thumb, my breathing growing a smidge heavier. My thoughts stutter to a halt, and my tongue swipes slowly across my lips. Jooheon winks, removing his thumb and returning to eating as if nothing had just happened.

Meanwhile, my heart struggles to settle down, my core is throbbing, and my underwear is beginning to grow unpleasantly damp. The rice cakes I’d just been munching on seem unnaturally thick now as my throat grows dry. I reach over for a bottle of water. Twisting off the cap, the contents are nearly gone before I realize Jooheon is watching me with a bemused smile.

“What?” I awkwardly wipe the back of my hand across my moist lips.

He chuckles, and it does nothing to help my sudden unquenchable thirst.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, a closed smile showing just how tickled he is with me. “Ready for some soju?”

Maybe that would help relax me.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go!”

I grab a piece of tonkatsu and watch him as he takes one of the green bottles from the ice bucket. First, he swirls the bottle around creating a little tornado inside. Next, Jooheon flips the bottle upside down and knocks the bottom with his elbow. As he brings it right-side up, he twists off the cap, and then, opening his index and middle finger, he jabs at the neck of the bottle, spilling a very small amount onto the table.

“Oh!” I exclaim, pleased by the display. “Fancy.”

“To Y/N, for coming to see Monsta X and cheering so loudly.”

I laugh as he serves me a shot, but as he moves to pour one for himself, I stop him.

“Let me.” Jooheon’s eyebrows rise, but he doesn’t stop me. “I might not know much about your culture, but I do know you’re not supposed to pour your own shot.”

“Ok, you know what’s up.” The impressed smile on his face makes my own widen.

I cup the bottle in both hands and pour him a shot. “To Jooheon, who worked so hard and always does his best to give us great music.”

“Aish, I’m honored, but none of that two-hands stuff, ok? We are friends, right?”

“Uh, yes?”

He sucks his teeth at me, pretending to be upset, and I can’t help but snicker. We both pick up our shot glasses, and he lifts his up towards me.

“Geonbae!”

“Geonbae!” I parrot.

I giggle as he clinks his glass with mine before we both throw back the shots. I suppress a shiver as the liquor slightly burns a warm path down to my stomach.

“Good?” Jooheon cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Real good,” I admit. “Another?”

“Ok!”

He pours me another shot, and I do the same for him. We swallow those up, and I can feel the liquor already easing my nerves. He says I don’t know him, but would it even be possible for me to change that? After tonight, would it even matter if I knew who he was besides Monsta X’s Joohoney? I decide that, even if it’s just for a few hours, it is worth knowing the man that’s sitting right next to me.

“So,” I speak up, using liquid courage. “How have you been?”

Jooheon looks up mid-bite, “Well, we’ve been real busy preparing for the concert. I’ve been working hard on perfecting my steps….”

“I’m sorry,” I stop him. “While it’s nice to know about your work, I’m not here to interview you. I don’t want to know about Joohoney. I want to know how Lee Jooheon is.”

His eyes squint at me, his index finger pressing pensively at his lips. Had I overstepped? Maybe he didn’t understand? I only meant for him to feel like a person, not an idol, if even for tonight. I open my mouth to clarify, but at the same moment, he straightens up, and the warm smile returns to his face.

“Ok,” he starts. “Thank you for asking about me. I appreciate that.” He pats his chest as he says this. “I actually been doing really good. Of course, I miss my family, and just like anyone, I have days when things are a bit too much in my head, but now I have ways to help me work through it, so…” he shrugs.

“That’s really good to hear. I can’t imagine living the life you do,” I shake my head. “It just all seems so overwhelming.”

“Idol life is a tough one, that’s for sure, but I get to travel, meet new people, and make music, which is what I love to do. No one ever got to live their dream without some hard work, so it all seems worth it for me.”

We go back and forth, asking each other questions for some time before we realize we’ve gone through three bottles of soju. I’d been having so much fun getting to know the “real” Jooheon that the time just blew by. I’m already feeling a little fuzzy in my brain and definitely far more relaxed than when I first came in.

Nodding my head to his latest reply, I then ask, “Ok, so what have you watched recently that you think I should watch, too?”

“Ya! That reminds me. I was hoping we could watch a movie,” he says as he starts to get up and clear off the bottles and containers of food. “Unless you have to go….”

“No. I can stay,” I reply, maybe a little too quickly, even after I glance at my watch to see it’s almost 1:30 in the morning. Despite the food and alcohol, I’m surprised to find I’m not sleepy at all.

“Are you sure? What about your friend?” he asks, a bit too casually.

“My cousin,” I correct. “And she’s fine.”

“Ok, ok. Well, I’ll just clean up here, and we can start it.”

I help him clean up the remaining garbage. His room was different than mine in that it had a living room area, and the bedroom was separate. I glance around for a bathroom. All that alcohol was wreaking havoc on my bladder.

“Is it ok if I use the bathroom?”

“Yeah, sure.” He tips his chin towards the open doorway beside the couch. “It’s in there.” I make my way there but stop at the entrance. Peering in, I’m surprised to see everything so tidy. I’m not sure why I’m so amazed by the neatness of the space. I just figured an idol is too busy to clean up, clothes and snacks strewn everywhere. But this looks like no one had even slept in this room yet. “It’s ok. You can go in.”

I look over my shoulder to see Jooheon smiling reassuringly at me as he wipes his hands on his jeans. He shoos me with his hands, and I head straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

The bathroom is clean as well, a light scent of men’s shower gel clinging to the air still. As I sit to relieve myself, I shoot my cousin a quick text.

ME: Everything's good. Jooheon’s super sweet, and we’re having a really good time just talking and drinking.

I set my phone down, finishing up, not expecting a reply, but as I button up, I hear the vibrations on the bathroom counter. Washing my hands, I dry them quickly and open the new message.

COUSIN: Talking and Drinking? Is that what adults are calling it these days? 😜

ME: 😅Nope. Everything is still PG. We are about to watch a movie.

COUSIN: 🤭Enjoy the “movie” I’ll be here reading for a bit more. Call me if you need me.

ME: I will 😘

COUSIN: 😘

Locking my phone, I slip it into my back pocket and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are literally glittering in the bathroom light, and my cheeks hold a blush that tells of the laughter and maybe the alcohol we had been partaking in. I smile giddily at myself, whispering, “holy shit!” as I turn around and exit the bathroom, only to halt in place as I switch off the light.

Jooheon is sitting up in bed, legs crossed at the ankles and phone in hand as he loads a movie he is casting from the device.

“Hey! Just in time,” he waves me over. “Come. Sit.”

“We’re going to watch it here?” I fidget with the hem of my shirt.

“Yes,” he shrugs as he stands. “Comfier. Sit. My turn,” he points behind me.

He squeezes my shoulder as he walks past me and into the bathroom. I approach the bed and look down at it. Jooheon slept here, I think to myself. I’m going to be sitting on the same bed as Lee Jooheon…with Lee Jooheon, I correct.

Shaking my head, I force the thoughts out, put my phone on the nightstand, and climb onto the bed. By now, I think I’ve pretty much given up on the idea that anything will happen between us. Maybe he was not looking for someone to fuck tonight. Perhaps he was just wanting to have a casual night with someone outside of Monsta X. Someone to do ‘friendship’ things with. That would make sense why he picked me versus any of the pretty Monbebe I saw today. I try not to feel too disappointed as I make myself comfortable. Either way, I was having fun just hanging out with him. Propping up a few pillows behind me, I’m adjusting my shirt when he comes out.

“Ready?” he asks as he turns off the light in the room.

“Yeah, what are we watching?”

“One of my favorite movies, if that’s ok? It’s called ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.’ Have you seen it?”

“Never heard of it,” I admit.

“진짜 (jinjja)?!”

Jooheon’s mouth drops open, his eyes wide as he stares at me. I cover my mouth as I try to hold back a giggle. He looks so cute when he looks at me with that shocked expression.

“Yeah, really,” I snicker.

“Yah! You have no idea what you’re missing!” He’s swift to sit next to me on the bed and press play from his phone. “Let’s get it!”

I let out a little laugh but quiet down as the audio begins. The movie draws me in as I feel myself relating to the male protagonist. The quirkiness of the female protagonist soon has me laughing at her antics. It’s not long before the sweetness of the blossoming relationship takes a dramatic turn.

“What?!” I scrunch my face. “Why is he crying? Was there a time jump I missed?”

Jooheon chuckles, “You have to watch and see.” I purse my lips at him, and this makes him laugh. “Stop,” he bumps my shoulder. “I won’t spoil it for you.” He pats my hand and then laces his fingers with mine. I look down at them, loving how natural it feels. Sobering up, he asks, “Is this ok?”

I nod, murmuring, “Yeah.”

“OK.”

We both return our attention to the movie, but my heart has started fluttering behind my ribcage. His hand is so soft, warm against mine, and I love how it feels.

“Wait, I thought this was a rom-com,” I stiffen when things become a little strange. “Is this actually a scary movie?”

“I told you I’m not going to spoil it,” he smirks at me. “Are you scared?”

I shake my head, “I wouldn’t say scared, but maybe a little…on edge. It seems like it’s going the way of horror.”

Jooheon presses his lips together to keep his features from giving anything away.

“I can hold you if you want. You know, if you’re scared?”

“N-” I stop myself. Am I really turning down the opportunity to be held by the one person I believe to be the most handsome man in the world? When will I have this chance again? “I mean, if that’s ok with you….”

“Yeah, come.”

Jooheon lets go of my hand, patting the space in front of his now spread legs. I try to force any inappropriate thoughts from my head as I maneuver over his leg in order to sit where he directs me. I nestle against his torso and fight to hide a smile as he snakes an arm across my chest while his other hand settles on my hip.

Instead of feeling awkward, the position feels comfortable, and we continue to watch the movie. Occasionally the hand at my hip would squeeze, and I swear it was as if he were touching me directly in my most intimate place. Then, halfway through the movie, when he shifts his arm to stretch it, he accidentally grazes over my breast, and I audibly inhale as a jolt of electricity shoots down straight to my core.

Jooheon stiffens for a moment. The handle I believed I had on my impure thoughts seems to disappear, and my hips shift, seeking any sort of friction to soothe the ache that had been building between my legs the whole night. Jooheon draws in a shaky breath just as his hands glide down my ribcage and to my hips. A grunt escapes my lips when he hooks his fingers into my belt loops and tugs me up high and tighter against him.

“Well damn,” I breathe.

The soft chuckle he lets out into my ear has my eyes closing. My tongue swipes slowly across my lips as his hands trail back up to cup my breasts.

“You want me to stop,” he murmurs, “just tell me.”

I nod my understanding, whispering back, “It’s ok,” as if I were afraid the spell would break.

Those beautiful hands of his that I had always admired in photographs or from my screen now squeeze at my covered tits, and I can’t even keep from arching into his palms, soft moans spilling from my lips. He reaches down for the hem of my shirt, and for a second, I feel panic. The thought of this man seeing me without clothes just seems so overwhelmingly out of this world. It’s something I never imagined would ever happen that, even as it’s currently going on, my brain just cannot wrap itself around it. He shimmies the shirt up and over my head, and I’m grateful that the only light comes from the tv.

Jooheon picks up the necklace from my chest and asks, “Did you wear this for me?”

I can hear the smile in his words as he toys with the little bee charm.

“Yes,” I glance away from his fingers.

“That’s cute.”

“Stop,” I blush.

Jooheon chuckles then nips at the top of my ear as he drops the necklace. I let out a gasp when he returns his attention to my bra-covered globes. His thumbs brush over my nipples, the nubs instantly hardening even more. I grip onto his thighs, trying to find something to steady me. The muscle there is thick, hard beneath my palms, and my mind conjures up some very erotic images of me riding one of his thighs.

Wasting no more time, his fingers trace a path down to my jeans, where they deftly release the button. My breath catches as my attention hyper-focuses on his hand as he slides the zipper down and then slips beneath the hem of my underwear. The instant the pad of his finger glides over my clit, a shock of electric heat shoots throughout my body. The sensations feel way too good; I can no longer hold my head up and let it fall against his chest.

Jooheon delves lower and soon discovers exactly just how much I am enjoying everything so far. A mixture of a purr and groan rumbles in his throat as he swirls his finger around my juices, pulling a moan from me. Bringing his focus back to my most sensitive bundle of nerves, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. His movements are slow at first, stoking the embers that he had already lit with his previous ministrations. I don’t even realize he’s brought a hand back up to one of my breasts until he’s pinching at my nipple. He pulls the cup down, removing the barrier, and the warmth of his hand directly on my flesh is searing hot. His thumb flicks rapidly against the pebbled nub, and the fingers at my clit also pick up the pace.

“Oh, God!”

I rut against his fingers, my cheeks flushing with heat not only from the pleasure that is building but also from shame. I am utterly mortified at how desperate I am for him. Yet, at the same time, I can’t stop myself. My hips roll of their own accord, faster, more desperately, and I push away all thoughts seeking more of what he is offering. I focus on how good he is making me feel. His slim fingers, slick with my arousal, slide so smoothly over my sensitive bud, making my back arch and my eyes to close tightly.

“Shit,” I pant.

I can feel his erection poking at my back, and I wish so badly he would just fuck me with it already.

“That’s it,” he presses his plush lips to the back of my neck. “Just let go.”

He sucks at my ear, moaning softly as his fingers speed up. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to quiet my moans.

“Let me hear you, baby.” Jooheon’s voice is low, gravelly with lust. “Say my name.”

I gasp loudly as stars burst behind my eyelids. A flood of warmth shoots through my body, and my hands push roughly down on his as my clit throbs.

“Oh, fuck, Jooheon!” I grit out as he brings me over the edge. “Jooheon!”

My hips jut forward a few more times as his fingers try to move beneath the vice-like pressure my hand has on his wanting to drag out my release. As over sensitivity soon takes over, I pull his hand away and attempt to catch my breath. Jooheon kisses my head tenderly, his hands soothingly coasting up and down my arms as he waits for me to come down from my high.

Holy shit! I think to myself. Did that just really happen?!

As the bliss of the moment slowly ebbs away and reality sets in, it’s all I can do not to freak out. I am so grateful he can’t see my face and the grin I am fighting so hard to keep from breaking out on my lips.

“괜찮아 (Gwaenchana-Are you ok)?”

The deep timbre of his voice breaks into my rampant thoughts. Am I ok? “Mhmm,” I nod dumbly.

Hell yeah, I am!

“Let me see,” he insists.

I press my lips together as I sit up, fixing my bra before maneuvering around so that I am now kneeling between his legs. Jooheon has a very pleased grin on his face that makes it difficult to keep one of my own from finally breaking free.

“See?” I say playfully.

Jooheon lifts a hand up to my chin, his thumb swiping across my mouth. His eyes darken, the stare intense as he watches me. Instantly, my heart thrums back to life behind my ribcage. Then, like a magnet, I’m drawn down towards him. Jooheon stretches to meet me part way, and we both swallow each other's sharp inhales when our lips finally crash against each other.

And his plush lips feel even more incredible than anything I could have imagined. Jooheon wraps an arm around my lower back, pulling me tighter against him. Hands on his shoulders, I wriggle out of his hold and break the kiss. I’m going to lose my mind, with how good he looks. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are swollen from our passionate kiss.

“Where are you going?” he whines with a pout.

“Not far,” I tease. “Just returning the favor.”

“Returning the fav-” His voice trails off as I reach for the button of his jeans. Eyes locked on my hands, he breathes out, “Oh….”

I can’t help but giggle as he eagerly lifts his ass to help me get his jeans and boxers off. The cock that springs out in front of me is achingly pink and stiff. Knowing he got this way just from touching me greatly boosts my confidence. Tossing the pants over the edge of the bed, I look up to see Jooheon cock an eyebrow at me.

I huff out a short laugh, “Fine.”

I hop off the bed. With my jeans already unbuttoned and unzipped, it only takes me two seconds to remove my own pants and socks. They join his pants on the ground with a hushed thump. As the movie continues to play in the background, I return to the bed to find Jooheon completely naked. In the short time it took me to take off my pants, he’d removed his tank top and socks.

Lying on the bed, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, he is complete perfection. The dim lighting the TV provides does nothing to diminish the soft glow of his tanned skin. Though he is not bulky with muscle, there are still shadows cast across his lean upper body and abdomen that beg to be traced and explored.

Crawling back between his legs, I watch the abdominal muscle beneath his skin contract in anticipation. My nipples tighten behind my bra as my own core contracts at the sight of him. I flit my eyes up to meet his heavy-lidded ones and watch his Adam’s Apple bob anxiously in his throat as I bring my mouth closer to his weeping dick. The hiss he lets out as his tip meets my tongue is music to my ears. He tries so hard to keep his eyes open, to watch as I wrap my lips around him, but his head falls back as he lets out a deep groan, hands fisting in the comforter. Flattening my tongue and relaxing my jaw, I slowly take him deeper and deeper inside my warm, wet mouth.

“Oh, shit,” he curses as he looks back down.

His pupils are completely blown out, his eyes appearing black as they watch me intently. Seeing him so wrecked because of what I’m doing emboldens me. Lifting up to lap at the tip of him, my fingers envelop his shaft. He reaches a hand out to cradle my head, urging me to take him in again. I don’t fight it, letting him guide me back down along his length. My hand and mouth work in tandem, sliding up and down his cock. Hollowing my cheeks, I swirl and curl my tongue around him, and the long-drawn-out groans that it pulls forth from him have moans and whimpers of my own vibrating up my throat.

I can feel him growing harder against my tongue, so I’m slightly surprised when his hand shifts from my head down to my chin and tilts it up. His dick slips out of my mouth with a lewd pop, and he almost looks like he regrets stopping me.

“What?” I ask as I wipe the back of my hand across my lips.

Had I done something wrong?

“Fuck,” he breathes, closing his eyes. Looking back down at me, he pats his lap. “Come up here.”

I smile in relief and eagerly obey, straddling him. His mouth is instantly on mine, his hands sliding down to grab my ass. Wrapping my arms around his neck, it feels as if I just can’t get any closer to him. Our bodies roll against each other, and by this point, my panties are completely ruined. I feel one of his hands trail up to my bra and unclasp it. He breaks the kiss to help me remove it completely. It joins the pile on the carpeted floor.

Delving down, his plump lips latch onto one of my nipples. My back arches, giving him easier access, and I reach behind me to grab at his cock, stroking him as he sucks on me. My hips roll, seeking friction to ease the tension that is building.

“Jooheon!” I whimper.

“Ok, baby,” he murmurs as he moves to my other breast.

Though I had cum already, seeing him like this, hearing him like this, his mouth all over me, I was ready again for another.

“Please, Jooheon,” I plead.

I was so far gone that I didn’t care; I was begging. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me so badly; I didn’t care how needy I sounded at the moment.

He chuckles before kissing me between my breasts. Leaning back, he hooks his finger on my underwear and snaps it against my skin.

“Take these off.”

I nod, scampering off of him to remove them in record time. I throw the sodden material into the darkness beyond, drawing another chuckle from Jooheon.

“Hush,” I chastise him playfully.

He leans over to grab his wallet from the bedside table and pulls out a condom. Dropping the wallet back on the table, he makes quick work slipping the rubber on. Jooheon coaxes me back to his lap. Spreading wide, I help him guide his dick to my entrance. We both let out blissful moans as I slowly slide down his length. The stretch has my eyes closing, and I can feel his hands digging into my sides.

Bottoming out, we both take a moment to let me adjust to the intrusion. He peppers my chest with opened mouth kisses that have another layer of slickness coating my walls and his cock. I have never been so aroused in my life. I rock my hips and feel him twitch inside me, his hands tightening at my hips. I let my hands rest on his shoulders, using them to help me lift higher only to slowly grind down on him.

“Damn, baby,” Jooheon purrs.

He matches my rhythm, and we are both panting, drawing ever so close to the release we are both seeking. At first, his hands loosen at my hips, letting me lead. The more desperate we become, his hands grip fervently to my hips, helping me move faster over him.

“God, that feels so good!”

I’m so close that I can barely focus. My walls constrict and release around Jooheon, and his head falls back. My hands slip behind his neck, my fingers gripping the strands there. His eyes widen, flitting to mine, and I feel him pulse inside me as a deep groan rumbles up from his chest.

Fuck, that’s so hot! He is so close; I can feel it, as am I. I roll and rock my waist, taking him in deeper. One of his hand's snakes in between us. The pleasure intensifies as his fingers find my clit; my head falls back, and my eyes shut. It’s all so much.

“Look at me, baby,” Jooheon grits out.

“Jooheon,” I whimper as I struggle to comply.

Meeting his gaze, I let out a moan at the sight of his fucked out face. Sweaty strands of hair cling to his forehead and temples, his cherry lips look completely ravished, and his own eyes are barely opened slits, but it’s enough. It’s enough for him to see me and know he’s got me just as whipped.

“Turn around for me, baby,” Jooheon urges.

Through my haze, I manage to get off of his lap. My limbs feel heavy, but I get on my knees and forearms anyway. His palm caresses my ass and gives it a gentle smack. Fuck, I think I’m going to lose my mind! Aligning his cock with my center, I don’t even have a moment to take a breath. He’s thrusting into my soaking wet cunt with no warning.

“Oh my God!”

I can feel a jolt of pleasure instantly tremble through me. In this new position, I can feel every inch of him. Each thrust feels so deep and tight I can only babble incoherent words and curses as I push back into him. I snake my hand between my legs and delve my fingers into the slickness there. I hiss at how swollen and sensitive my clit is. Instantly, the pleasure heightens.

“That’s it, baby,” Jooheon pants. “Touch yourself.”

Glancing over my shoulder, Jooheon bites down on his lip, and my fingers speed up. The visual and sensations are just too much, and the little bit of control I had been holding onto snaps.

“Fuck, Jooheon!”

My back arches as I clamp around his dick, my walls thrumming and contracting around him. Jooheon’s thrust quicken as he chases after his own ecstasy. My face falls onto the bed, my ass lifting higher. The angle brings him deeper still inside of me, and it’s enough to push him over the edge. A long deep groan falls from his lips as his eyes squeeze shut, the grip on my hips vice-like. His hips stutter up into me, and I can’t help but moan as I feel him pulse inside of me as he cums hard.

My body feels like jelly, and it takes the last bit of energy I have to turn my head to face Jooheon as he collapses beside me. Jooheon’s smiling face is there to greet me, and I can’t help but return the gesture.

“Hey,” he grins as he scoots closer to me.

“Hey,” I murmur drowsily.

Brushing the hair from my face, he caresses my back tenderly before kissing my shoulder.

“Gotta clean up,” he winks at me, and I can’t believe I dare to blush after all we’ve done.

Burying my face in the comforter, I nod, and he laughs. I feel the bed shift and then hear the click of the bathroom light switch. Forcing myself up, I locate my bra and underwear. After putting on the bra, I slip on the underwear, wincing to find they were still slightly damp in the crotch area. Making my way to the bathroom as well, Jooheon is just washing his hands when I walk in. He gives my ass a pat as he walks out.

“Hey,” I swat his arm in feign annoyance, and he just laughs.

I use the toilet, clean myself up, then wash my hands and face. Rinsing my mouth with the sink water, I finally feel clean enough to go back into the room. Jooheon was under the comforter staring at the TV. That’s right. The movie was still playing. It was pretty late now. Was Jooheon expecting me to leave now that everything was finished? I eye my clothes that are currently on the bedside table instead of the floor. Hmmm. Was that a hint? I approach the pile and reach out for the shirt.

“Can you stay a little longer?” he asks.

I feel a flutter in my stomach.

“Are you sure?” I ask, the initial insecurities creeping back up.

“Yes,” he replies, pulling the comforter down for me to slide into.

What did I have to lose?

“Ok.”

I get in, and he throws the comforter over me.

“Come closer,” he whines.

He meets me part way. Opening his arms towards me, I slide into his embrace. Tucked in comfortably against his chest, the drowsiness pulls at my eyelids.

“Good night, Jooheon,” I yawn and snuggle into his warmth.

“Good night, Y/N,” he parrots, kissing my head.

What is that? I wonder groggily as a loud, incessant sound accosts my ears. I peel my eyes open just when Jooheon lets me go in order to lean over to grab his phone. Turning off the alarm, he groans in displeasure. Rolling back towards me, he pats my arm gently.

“Y/N, baby, you have to wake up.”

“Mmm,” I grunt with a pout and snuggle back into his chest.

I feel the bed shake with Jooheon’s amused chuckles.

“I have to get ready. We are flying out in a few hours.”

“Mmm,” I pout some more, but then I do sit up.

Throwing back the covers, Jooheon gets off the bed and turns on the bedside lamp. I crawl out after him and zombie-walk to my clothes and put them on. I fix my hair as best as I can, and then Jooheon walks me to the door. This had all felt like a dream for me, and I truly did not want it all to end already. Reaching for the door handle, I gasp when Jooheon pushes me flush against it instead, his lips latching onto me so fast my head spins. I wrap my arms behind his neck as I lift up on my tippy toes to press myself further into him.

“I wish I didn’t have to go yet,” he laments as he kisses down my neck. His hands squeeze at my ass as he grinds into me. I can barely think. Only moans and heavy breaths leave my lips. “I really had a great time.”

“Me, too,” I sigh out.

“I want more time with you,” he murmurs into my neck, “But I’m going to be late.”

“We def can’t have that,” I chuckle.

He drops a few more kisses on my lips before he pulls away.

“I hope we can do this again,” he smiles down at me, his dimples deepening.

“Well, you got my number, so,” I shrug, and he laughs.

“I’ll call you,” he nods.

“You’ll call me,” I repeat, my eyes flicking away to stare at his chest instead.

“I will,” Jooheon insists.

He pulls me gently away from the door.

“Ok,” I nod, trying to ignore the excited flutter in my heart.

He pecks my lips one last time. “Ok. I’ll see you, Y/N. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Jooheon opens the door for me, and I step out into the quiet hall. I don’t dare look back, and after a few paces, I hear the door click shut. I see the security table ahead, and Alex is still there, keeping watch with the other guard. He stands up, and I try to avoid eye contact.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, Ms. Y/LN,” he calls as I walk past.

Oh god! I think to myself as my body flushes from head to toe.

“Thanks, Alex,” I glance up quick enough to see the knowing smile on his face. There’s no judgment, but I still feel embarrassed suddenly. “Have a great day, too.”

I ride the elevator alone, and I am thankful. Peeking at my phone, I see it’s just about 4:15 in the morning. Jesus, I am going to be the worst passenger when my cousin and I start our four-hour drive home later today.

Entering our room quietly, I grab fresh underwear and my PJs and head into the bathroom to take a shower. I could still smell the powdery fresh scent of Jooheon on my skin, and I hated washing it away, but I get under the hot stream of the showerhead and scrub my body with my body wash until I was clean again. Dried up and dressed again, I tiptoe to my bed and quietly get under the covers. After making sure my alarm for ten am is still activated, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

“You look rough, girl,” my cousin laughs as we place our bags in the trunk of the car. “I hope Jooheon feels the same.”

I glare at her with a humph as we enter the vehicle.

Buckling up, I admit, “I’m exhausted, my head is thumpin’ a little, and I just want to sleep for a hundred years.”

“Daammn,” she drags out the word as she pulls out of the hotel parking and onto the main road. “He wore you out that much, huh?” I let out an unladylike snort, and my cousin laughs. “So, tell me what happened. What’s he like?

“Well,” I try to fight off a smile, but my cheeks burn with the force of the grin that graces my lips. “He really is the sweetest, gentlemanly guy I’ve ever met….”

I spare no detail from the moment I stepped out of the elevator up to the moment when things got a little heated.

“That Alex guy seems pretty cool,” she comments.

“Yeah,” I agree. “He made an awkward situation seem rather normal. Which is what makes me wonder how often they do that, you know, have people sign NDA’s?”

“Who knows,” she shrugs. “I wouldn’t be surprise if it’s quite often, and I wouldn’t be mad about it either. They are grown men, after all, and have their needs.”

“Yeah, I know,” I nod, looking out the window a bit distractedly. “It’s just; I don’t know, Jooheon said he’d call me… I just… my worry is that he goes to the next stop and hooks up with someone else… which he has every right to,” I rush to add. “I don’t know; I guess I just got my hopes up, and that’s my own fault.”

“No, I get it,” my cousin nods. “He said he’d call. Only time will tell if he makes good on that promise. It’s only been a few hours. No sense in stressing about it.”

“You’re right,” I concede.

“In the meantime, let’s car karaoke!” she shimmies in her seat as she passes me her phone. “We got a long ass drive.”

I laugh but pull up our karaoke playlist, and we begin to sing.

About two hours into our drive, there is a ping on my cell from an unknown number. I open up the message and gasp as my heart rate picks up. My cousin lowers the music.

“I think it’s him,” I whisper.

“Yeah?” she glances over quickly at me before returning her eyes to the road. “What’s it say?”

UNKNOWN: I know I promised to call, but i’ve been busy. I finally had a minute while heading to do another interview. Did you get home, ok?

I read out the message and then ask, “Do you think it’s really him?”

“I mean, who else could it be?”

“Alex?” I deadpan.

“Alex?!” she bursts into laughter. “Say that to him and see what he says.”

ME: Who’s this?

UNKNOWN: Aish. Really? Who else can it be? Did you forget me already?

ME: Well, I have to be sure. For all I know, this could be Alex.

UNKNOWN: Alex? Who is Alex?

My cousin and I burst out into hysterical laughter.

UNKNOWN: Are you talkin about security alex?

UNKNOWN: Why would it be him?

“Ooop,” my cousin purses her lips. “Ya boy’s getting jealous.”

“Stop, no he’s not.”

But I smile at the possibility of it.

ME: If this is really you, tell me something from last night (this morning)...

I watch the three little dots blink, disappear and then reappear before his message comes through.

UNKNOWN: We watched ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.’

“Oh, yeah. It’s him,” I say after reading the message aloud.

UNKNOWN: better said it watched us😜

“If I had any doubts, he just squashed them,” I say as I pat my heated cheeks.

“What’d he say?”

“He says the movie actually watched us.”

“Ooooh, girl!” she smacks my shoulder. “That’s actually really hot.”

“Aggh, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” she reassures me. “Sex is natural, and if he’s making comments like that, he enjoyed his time.”

“I guess so….”

“You guess so?” She shakes her head. “I know so. Now reply to him before he thinks you are a prude.”

“Oh, Lord,” I roll my eyes playfully.

ME: Alright, you little flirt, I see it’s you.

UNKNOWN: 😏

UNKNOWN: Save my number.

Me: Ok

Honey: I have a few interviews and practice, but I’ll be free around 1030 tonight. If you want to try watching the movie again I can call you.

ME: Really? We can do that?

Honey: I’m sure we can. We’ll figure it out.

Me: Ok. yeah. I’d like that.

Honey: We just got to the radio station. I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.

ME: Bye

Putting my phone away, I look out at the highway flying by. This all felt like the best dream ever. Never did I ever imagine this would ever happen.

“Alright now,” my cousin brings my attention back to the moment. “You better do your makeup and put on a nice outfit tonight. But first, you should get some sleep as soon as we get home.”

I chuckle even as I give her an incredulous look.

“Why are you always trying to put me to bed?!”

“What?” she tries to plant a stoic expression on her face but cracks a smile instead. “I’m just saying. You have no idea how long you will stay up this time.”

We both burst into raucous laughter, and I’m so grateful at least one of us is thinking properly because my mind is already racing. My mind is just blown at having the chance to get to know the real Jooheon.

I don’t know how long this will go on, but I’m going to take a page from my cousin's book. I’m going to let myself enjoy it all while it lasts and not waste time on the what-ifs.

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Couple

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millie-ionaire05 · 3 years ago

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One Last Time

Characters: Hongjoong x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Spooky

Synopsis: You receive unexpected news one evening on a stormy Friday, the 13th.

Warnings: Character death, thunderstorm, power outage

A/N: Another gorgeous mood board by @millie-ionaire05. I love it so much!

I hope you all enjoy this little spooky story on this Friday the 13th. Stay safe ;)

Word Count: 2.1K

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The sun had gone down not too long ago when the rain began. The weather channel advised that the incoming storm would be somewhat intense, producing high winds, heavy squalls of rain, lightning, and possible power outages in the area. Not wanting to be caught off guard now that the rain has arrived, you place your phone on its charger and then set a pot of water to boil. As you wait on it, you gather a few candles and bring them into the living room.

A stormy night makes for a perfect time to read.

The shriek from the teapot has you dashing back into the kitchen. It’s not long before you’re settled on the couch, your piping hot tea on the side table, your legs propped up on the cushions, and a throw wrapped snugly around you. You’d lit the candles, the warm scent of vanilla filling the air, wanting to be prepared in case the lights went out. Then, opening up the book you’d chosen, you let the sounds of the storm drift to the background as you delve into the story.

An hour passes before the pelting rain is loud enough to pull you out of the world you had lost yourself in. Lightning bursts brightly on the other side of the window blinds you are sitting next to, and the lights flicker at the same instance thunder crashes deafeningly around you. You startle, though you’d never had a fear of thunderstorms. But the hair on the back of your neck stands on end, and the sudden feeling of anguish washes over you. You press the heel of your palm over your heart as if that would soothe the ache that has burrowed deep into the ferociously thrumming organ.

“What is happening?” you wonder aloud as you shift your feet to the carpeted floor, a heavy breath escaping your lips.

Shaking hands reach for the tea, and you inhale then exhale slowly, willing your hands to still as you finally grasp the mug. Then, taking a careful sip, you let the warmth of the lavender chamomile tea soothe your nerves. After a few more swallows of the fragrant liquid, you begin to calm down, though your nerves are still on edge.

You pick up your book in hopes of getting swept away by the story enough to push the strange feelings aside, but the sudden ringing of your doorbell has you shooting up from your couch, your heart rate picking up speed again.

“Who in the world would be out in the middle of this storm?” you ask yourself even as you walk towards the door.

As you reach to turn on your porch light, there is another flash of lightning along with a crack of thunder, and the lights go out. The room plunges into a soft amber glow given off by the tiny flames of the various candles strewn about your coffee table. You groan as you look through the peephole and are met only with darkness. Wary of opening the door, you keep your eye on the peephole a moment more before an urgent knocking has you jumping back.

“Y/N!” You hear your name called desperately from the other side of the door, the voice familiar to you. “Please let me in. It’s crazy out here!“

You scramble to open the door as swiftly as possible. On the other side stands a very drenched Hongjoong. The golden strands of his hair lie plastered against his head, and the black windbreaker he wears clings to his trembling frame.

“Hongjoong!” you gasp. “What are you… Get in here!”

Your fingers wrap around his hand, and you’re surprised to find the skin there is extremely cool to the touch. You tug him into your home with a concerned frown and close the door behind him.

“Listen, I – I nee….”

You cut off his chattering; his lips are a lilac color, his skin pallid and there are pink splotches across the skin beneath his eyes. He looks terrible, and it only makes you worry even more.

“Let me get you something dry to change into. You’re going to catch your death!”

You begin to head out of the room towards the linen closet.

“Y/N!”

The strong demand in Hongjoong’s voice has you stopping in your tracks instantly. You turn on your heels, completely shocked as in all of your years of friendship, you had never heard him use that tone with you before. Your best friend reaches a hand out to you, and you step forward, letting your own hand slip into his. His thumb rubs soothingly over your knuckles as he looks into your eyes.

“Is everything OK?“ you ask hesitantly.

The smile he gives at your question is a small one that looks like a mixture of reassurance and a hint of regret.

“I have to tell you something, and I’m sorry I never said it before,” he shakes his head. “It’s too late now, and I’m just-.”

“You’re scaring me, Hongjoong,” you cut him off, desperately squeezing his hand.

Water runs down his face in thin rivulets, and you have to fist your free hand to keep from reaching up to wipe off the moisture. What could be so important that he had to come out in this tempestuous weather?

“I love you,” he states bluntly, and you smile.

You sigh in relief, the tension in your body instantly released. “I know that, and I love you, too.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. What I mean is….” He pauses as his eyes flit across your face. “I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widen, mouth dropping open slightly as the words sink in. Your heart stutters in your chest. Your best friend since second grade had just confessed that he loves you more than just a friend. Your heart kickstarts a wild fluttering now behind your rib cage.

“What did you say?” you whisper, your mind too shocked to voice anything else.

“I have for a while now,” his eyes plead with yours as if begging you not to be upset. “I just didn’t want our friendship to change in case you didn’t feel the same.”

You can only stare. You, too, had begun to have feelings for him for a few years now, but you’d decided to keep it to yourself, uncertain how he felt. You enjoyed things as they were and also had not wanted to ruin the closeness between you.

“I didn’t know,” you hear yourself say.

“I get it if you don’t feel the same, but I just needed to tell you.”

You step closer to him, “I do.” His brows draw down; his lips stretched into a thin line. You watch his eyes glisten as you add, “I do feel the same.”

Releasing your hand, Hongjoong closes the small distance between you. His lips press to yours, and they are cold against your warm ones. Simultaneously, as you drape your arms at his shoulders, he wraps his arms around your lower back, hugging you to him.

His mouth moves languidly against yours. It feels so natural as if the two of you had done this countless of times before. His tongue licks into your mouth, and you shiver; a quiet murmur of affirmation purrs deep in your throat, letting him know you are enjoying what he’s doing.

He pulls away slightly, dropping another kiss on your lips.

“I wish I hadn’t waited so long,” he whispers as his hand rubs at your lower back.

He’s trembling in your arms, and the moisture on your face reminds you he is still wet and definitely freezing.

“It’s never too late,” you kiss his cheek. “Let me get you a towel. I think you have some clothes here you can change into….”

He smiles as he releases you but then palms your cheeks, his eyes roaming over your face as if he can’t believe this is all happening. He leans back in to kiss you deeply, and it’s you that breaks the kiss this time.

“I’m sorry,” he smiles adoringly at you. Then, sobering up, his lips turn down in regret as he adds, “Take care of yourself. Just know you’re going to be ok.”

You frown at him as you giggle an ‘ok’ and force yourself to walk away. You find his words strange but thinking of his kisses and how they had been filled with years of pining has you wanting to explore more of him. You are all for making up for all that wasted time, and quickly his words are pushed to the back of your mind.

Thunder continues to rumble as rain still falls around your home, the sound like white noise in the background as you carefully step through the darkened hallway towards the linen closet. You grab a thick fluffy towel and make your way back into the living room only to find the room empty.

“Hongjoong?” you call out into the darkened space. Thinking he may have gone to the bathroom, you turn back to the hallway, but the vibration of the phone on the coffee table has you halting in place. A sudden fear grasps at your soul so violently you actually feel nauseous. You almost don’t want to answer. Dropping the towel on the couch, you grab your phone and with a trembling hand, you accept the call, bringing the cell to your ear. “Hello?”

You shiver as you hear Seonghwa’s voice on the other end.

“Y/N,” his voice cracks in a sob. “Y/N, he’s gone.”

You swallow thickly, your throat suddenly dry.

“Wh-who?” you croak.

“I told him not to leave,” he cries. “I told him to wait for the worst of the storm to pass, but he insisted on leaving work right then.”

“Who!?!” you whimper anxiously.

But you know. You fucking know, but you need to hear him say it anyway.

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa wails. “God, Y/N. Hongjoong is dead.”

“But…but he was just here,” you whisper. Your fingers lift to slide across your cheeks, the flesh still slightly moist from the rainwater that had transferred from his face to yours. The pads of your fingers trail over your lips, the memory of his chilled mouth against yours still imprinted there. “He was just here,” you demand a little louder.

The phone drops from your numb fingers as your lights flicker, struggling to come back on. You rush to the bathroom, the door banging against the wall. Empty. You dash back to the front door and fling that open as well, the wind blowing wildly across your face. No Hongjoong. Nor is his car in your driveway, either.

Closing the door, you reach down to pick up your phone, and your eyes land on the puddle in the very spot where Hoongjoing had been standing moments ago. Tears fill your eyes as your heart shatters into a million tiny pieces.

Seonghwa is still there, calling your name desperately.

“I’m here,” you mumble dumbly.

“Are you ok?!”

“Mmm,” you murmur, neither a yes nor a no.

Seonghwa sniffs, his tone filled with concern now as he tells you, “There’s no way he could’ve been there, Y/N. This happened about 30 minutes ago.” He takes a shaky breath. “The officer said his car was struck by an SUV and he died instantly. The driver said the rain was so heavy; he didn’t see Hongjoong’s car pulling out of the parking garage onto-.”

“No.” You think back to how he looked, so pale and sickly-looking standing out on your porch. “No, no, no.” Your eyes remain on the puddle. “He was here. I saw him. I saw him. I know I saw him.”

“Ok. Ok. Just relax,” Seonghwa says softly. “If he really was there, did he say anything?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “That he loves me and that he was sorry he waited so long to tell me.”

“Wah” He sounds surprised, uncertain whether to believe what he’s hearing or not. “Ok. Ok. Listen. The storm is dying down. I’m coming over.”

“Ok,” you reply mechanically.

As you hang up with Seonghwa, the electricity comes back on and your wide eyes are drawn to the side table on your right. There you find a beaded bracelet, the tiny lime green, blue, black, and clear beads bright, almost glowing, against the dark wooden table. Picking it up, you set it on your palm. You turn it around so that the largest white bead with a black letter stamped in the center is facing you. The letter H stares back at you. It is then that you clutch the beaded bracelet to your chest, the tears finally falling thickly from your lash line.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work. Feel free to leave a comment, like, and reblog my little drabble!

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Silhouette in Rain

Hongjoong face

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Couple silhouette

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millie-ionaire05 · 3 years ago

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No Regrets

Hello, everyone. I'm here to bring you Part 2 to my 'Regrets' fic I wrote a few years back. This was requested by @bethyjoohoney. If you haven't read 'Regrets' yet, you can read it here to better understand this new part.

Another fabulous mood board created by my lovely cousin millie-ionaire05. Thank you so much for this beauty!

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Characters: Jooheon x Female Reader

Genre: Fantasy, vampire!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 8.2K

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⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of blood/bleeding, mentions of a wound (not very descriptive), mention of a knife used as a weapon, orange-haired Jooheon (whew), biting, cursing (very mild), smut

Synopsis: When I can’t let our last goodbye be for forever.

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I tried. I honestly did try.

For six years, I did my best to move on. I did my best to go about my life as if Jooheon didn’t exist. And for the most part, it had gone well. I finished my schooling and became a nurse. I even began working at a hospital not too far from my home.

But all that time, I felt empty. Like something was missing. It wasn’t too difficult to figure out what it was, though.

Once I had enough money saved up, I had a house built on an acre of land with the forest I used to hang out in when I was younger lining my backyard. Once the construction was complete, I found myself where I had last seen Jooheon six years before. I wasn’t even sure what my intentions were, honestly. I only knew that I had to see him again. I missed him so much.

We had been best friends for so long. He had been the one person I went to when I needed advice. When I needed to vent or needed comfort, it was Jooheon that I had turned to back then. Of course, I had other friends since then, but no one I was close to the way I had been with him.

So on a particularly tough day, despite what I had said so many years ago, I returned to our favorite wooded spot, laying out a blanket. A basket of snacks and wine sat beside me, ready to be consumed. I needed to hear his voice, to bask in the comfort of his presence.

It had not been too long after that he had appeared. The relief that had flooded me had been indescribable. The only way I can word it is by comparing it to feeling as if my soul was now complete. It had brought tears to my eyes, the emotions just too much to contain any longer, and Jooheon had held me for a while as I wept quietly into his chest.

It had felt like a cleansing, a purging of all the feelings, sentiments, burdens, and worries I had bottled up inside me for far too long. In the end, all I could say was that I was sorry. Sorry for leaving him again. Sorry for not being there for him. In true Jooheon fashion, he had told me I had no reason to apologize and that he was there for me whenever I needed him.

Since then, I come to our favorite place in the woods every two weeks, and we sit and talk, eat and drink together. And to me, it’s like recharging my life force, and I can’t help but wonder how I ever lived without him in my life. We have grown closer these last few months, and I was looking forward to seeing him again tonight.

A twig snaps not too far from where I sit, and I look up to see Jooheon shuffling slowly towards me. The sun had since gone down, and I had already lit several tiki torches to keep mosquitos at bay. The orange glow of the crackling fire from the fire pit Jooheon had dug long ago when we were much younger provides warmth and extra illumination to the area.

“Hey!” I call out brightly, thrilled to see him.

I rise from my spot on the blanket and meet him halfway.

“Y/N,” he murmurs through gritted teeth.

Now that he is right in front of me, I can see the sweat dotting his forehead, the pallor of his skin. His hands are clutching his side, and his shoulders are hunched over in what can only be interpreted as pain.

“Jesus, Jooheon,” I gasp as I look him over. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Bar fight,” he tries to smirk but grimaces instead.

“Bar fight?” I return incredulously.

He inhales deeply, his eyes boring into mine. “I-...shit. I need your help.”

“Well, damn, I would say you do!” I tsk sarcastically, cocking a brow at him. “I don’t have anything here that could help you, though, so we’ll have to go to my place.”

“Thanks,” he offers a small appreciative smile. “But, actua-“

“Nope,” I cut off his protest. “I will not take no for an answer. Let me just get this fire out….” I trail off as I head straight for the pit and scoop dirt onto the flames with a miniature shovel. I load everything I had laid out back into the wagon I haul with me every time I come. Grabbing my flashlight, I extinguish the tiki torches, and then I’m ready to go. “Come on.”

It’s slow going, but we make our way up the path I had created with my comings and goings since I moved in. It was usually no more than a ten-minute walk for me, but it took us double the time with his injury. We finally reach my front door, and after unlocking it, I bring in the wagon and hold the door open for Jooheon. He remains outside a sheepish look on his face. My face crinkles in confusion.

“I can’t come in,” he clarifies with a wince, “without you verbally inviting me in.”

“Oh.” My mouth hangs slightly open in surprise.”I-“

“Just make sure it’s what you really want. You can’t take it back,” he warns.

All this time that we had been rekindling our friendship, we had stayed out in the woods. The idea of him coming over or me going to his place had never come up. So was it on purpose, both of us fearing diving deeper into each other’s lives, fearing getting “too” close?

These past months had reminded me of the time when we were younger, before the kiss, before his change. For a few hours, I could pretend we were still those naive kids we had been once upon a time. Never had Jooheon made me feel afraid. If anything, I trusted him more now than I ever had. His having the ability to enter my home did not worry me.

“I have no doubts,” I state firmly. “Lee Jooheon, I invite you into my home. Please come in before you bleed out on my front stoop.”

He nods, and there is a tenderness in his gaze as he smiles weakly, my heart lurching at the emotion. He steps in, and I lock up behind him. I turn on the hall light, and Jooheon’s eyes roam around the foyer as he follows me through to the living room.

“You have a beautiful home.”

“Thanks,” I smile. “Let’s get you down into my basement.”

Jooheon pouts, staring at me with wariness, even as a playful glint twinkles in his eyes.

“You’re not trying to finish the job, are you? I can barely defend myself right now, ya know?”

I scoff, “How can you joke at a time like this?! But, no, I’m not taking you down there to kill you. There’s a spare room, bathroom, and kitchen down there. It’s where my parents stay when they come to visit.”

“I see,” he chuckles, then groans before allowing me to guide him to a door.

“Let me get some supplies….” I wander off to my supply closet, one section dedicated to miscellaneous medical supplies. Grabbing a reusable tote, I drop in two leakproof 18x24 bed pads, a sponge, stainless steel bowl, a safety kit, two white towels, a few water bottles, and pain killers. Once I’m sure I have all I need, I rush back to a swaying Jooheon. “Ok. Come on. We need to get you in a bed.”

I help him take the stairs down. Once at the bottom, the room opens up into a small apartment-like area. To the right were a small living room and kitchen. In the middle, there was a dining table for four, and to the left, a door that led into a primary bedroom with a full bathroom.

I steer him to the bedroom and quickly place one of the pads on the bed to protect it from the mess coming from Jooheon’s wound.

“Let’s get this blazer off of you.”

I help him remove the garment as gingerly as possible before allowing him to sit. I drop the blazer in the shower to tend to later. By now, Jooheon’s skin is so pale that I feel pretty alarmed.

“Do-don’t look so worried,” he chatters.

“If you could see yourself,” I whisper. Then, shaking my head to clear away the emotions, I place a firm expression on my face and point to his lower torso. “Let me take a look.”

Jooheon lifts the shirt to reveal the gash on his side. I don’t react physically, having seen my fair share of open wounds, but internally I’m astonished he could still walk around with an injury like this. The fact that he is a supernatural being must be the only reason he has not passed out or even died yet.

“Not so bad, right?” he tries to smile even as sweat trickles down the side of his face.

“Well…”

I analyze the area. It would definitely need stitches, and he had undoubtedly lost so much blood.

Blood!

My eyes jolt up to his, and I watch his own widen, trying to gauge what I’m thinking.

“Drink from me,” I hear myself say before fully processing my thoughts.

Jooheon shakes his head.

“I couldn’t,” he declines vehemently. “I don’t want to use you like that. You’re my friend, my best friend, not some human blood bag.”

“It’s not using if I’m offering,” I point out. “Won’t you heal faster? I probably won’t even have to stitch this up. You’d be saving me the time and supplies.” Jooheon bites down on his lower lip, his mind racing with ways to argue with my logic. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

His shoulders sag in defeat. “I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible,” he vows.

“I know. I trust you.”

His eyes sheen over, and he blinks several times to push away the moisture there.

“Ok,” he croaks.

Though I made the offer, I’m suddenly nervous, primarily because of the unknown. What would it feel like? Will it be painful? Awkward? Would it change things between us?

“So, does it have to be the neck or…” I trail off, unsure of how to go about it.

“Uh, no. No,” Jooheon shudders. “Not the neck. Let’s just go for the wrist for your first time.”

My first time.

The wording makes me feel like a virgin all over again. The uncertainty of the moment. The hushed voices. The trying to make the experience as comfortable and pain-free as possible.

Then there was that underlying insinuation that this may not be a one-time thing, either.

“Yeah, ok,” I finally answer, offering up my left arm, wrist up.

I watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat before his hand cups the back of my forearm, and he draws me up a hair's breadth from his lips.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes insisting I think this question through profoundly. I nod, not trusting my voice to remain steady. “You tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

I nod again, and then it’s happening. I gasp as his teeth sink gently into my skin, his eyes closing at the contact. The pain is sharp, expected, yet unexpected. I feel my heart quicken, the blood rushing through my body at such a high speed that the sound is audibly loud in my ears. I hold my breath, wanting to push past the pain because I know he needs this. He needs my blood to recuperate. The discomfort slowly dissipates as his mouth latches onto the sensitive skin of my wrist, and I can feel the anxious nervousness slowly transforming into another sensation altogether, and I’m able to breathe again.

As I watch, transfixed by the way the plump flesh of his lips moves so expertly over the sensitive area, I’m caught off guard by the realization that what I’m feeling now is arousal. Though I knew he was feeding to help mend himself, there was something just so intimate about the act. I was giving myself to him freely, trusting him fully to have the self-control to stop before taking too much. And seeing him vulnerable, yet feeling safe enough with me to want to even show this side of him, only enhances my feelings towards him.

It’s such a beautiful knowledge to have between two people: complete and total trust. I find myself falling even more in love with him as this sinks in. And I am in love with him. I have been for some time now. I’m not even sure I had ever stopped loving him, and my head buzzes with the need to touch him, to show him physically just how much I love him, no matter that so much time had passed. I wanted to have his lips move to my neck instead so I could hold him to me and feel his body flush against mine. Two becoming one in the complete sense.

Jooheon inhales sharply through his nose, and his eyes flash open, honing in on my dazed expression. He could sense it, my desire for him. It is obvious he knows. There is no way to hide from him that I am not just excited by what he is doing. But it’s him that is turning me on. I can see it in how his own eyes grow dark, his pupils dilating.

But he makes no attempt to escalate the drinking to anything more, and I don’t push either. Instead, Jooheon places his palm on my free hand, a thumb rubbing soothingly over my knuckles. My eyes remain on his, and soon I feel myself completely relax. All wanton thoughts slip from my mind. I watch as the whites of his eyes become stained with pink the more he drinks, thin maroon-colored capillary-like lines veining out beneath the skin around his eyes.

Jooheon’s lids fall shut, breaking the stare-down we were having. I let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to catch my bearings. The tranquil sensation that had washed over me overrode anything I had been feeling before, and almost instantly, the need to be with him carnally was pushed away. I find this quite strange but begin to feel a little woozy. Not quite dizzy, but a bit lightheaded. Whatever I had been thinking before completely slips my mind. As if sensing the discomfort, Jooheon rasps his tongue over the puncture wounds he’d made, and then he slowly falls back into the pillows. I glance down briefly to where we had been connected, and, aside from a slight pink tint over my wrist, there is no evidence of what had just happened.

“Jooheon?” I call quietly. “Are you ok?”

His cheeks are slightly rosy, the pallor his face had previously held now replaced by a healthier tone. Even the tiny veins that had extended from the skin around his eyes were fading. The rhythmic breathing has me wondering if perhaps he fell asleep. I can only imagine a wound like that would drain the energy from anyone. He would certainly need to rest while his body healed.

“I’m good,” he finally answers. “Just…tired.”

“Get some sleep then,” I encourage. “You’re safe down here. There are no windows, so feel free to stay as long as you need.”

Jooheon nods, his eyes still closed.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, his eyes fluttering open as he offers an appreciative smile.

“What are friends for?” I smile back, feeling my cheeks warm when his look of thankfulness turns tender. It tugs at my heart and makes me pine for what could have been. What should have been had I not gotten in my own way. “Well,” I clear my throat. “Let’s get a look at your wound now, yes?”

He allows me to roll up his shirt. My brows pinch in concentration as I look this way and that and see that it’s already starting to close.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles softly, wincing when his abs contract and tug at his wound. “Your blood will continue to heal me. In a few hours, it will be like nothing happened.”

I can only nod, still amazed at the capabilities of this being he has become.

“I should at least clean it up and wash your clothes. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything here for you to change into, so….”

“Yeah. Ok.”

I help Jooheon sit up and feel myself slip deeper into nurse mode as I help him pull his bright yellow shirt over his head, most of the bottom left side completely saturated with a deep orange-red. I’d have to soak this right away if there was any hope of preventing the clothing from staining.

“Off with the pants and underwear, too,” I instruct.

Jooheon’s eyes widen in mock horror as he clutches at his chest, “Shouldn’t you wine and dine me first before skipping to this part?”

“You really are quite the joker when you’re hurt, aren’t you?” I swat at his bare arm. “Let’s get to it before the blood sets into your fancy clothes, and they are no longer salvageable.”

“Alright. OK,” he sighs.

Lying back down, I wait for him to unbutton and unzip his pants. I place one of the towels I had put in the tote over his pelvis, offering him some privacy.

“I’m going to do most of the work,” I inform him. “Just hang onto the towel to keep it over your area there.”

“Got it.”

My hands slip under the towel, blindly searching for the hem of his slacks. My fingers brush against the skin of his lower abdomen, and I feel the muscle there ripple as he inhales sharply. Though just a hushed intake, the sound is amplified in the quiet of the room. I run the pads of my fingers along the edge of the material until I reach his hip bone. By then I notice he has not breathed out.

I look up and catch a pained expression on his face. His brows are drawn sharply down, his lips pressed so harshly together they have almost disappeared.

“I’m so sorry. Am I hurting you?” I fret.

“No, no,” he grits out, beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face to disappear into his hairline. “Just…just hurry…please.”

Nodding, I dip my fingers into the space between his hip bones and underwear. I shimmy the clothing down as he barely lifts his bottom from the padding on the bed. His body begins to tremble as I do my best to quickly take both his underwear and pants down at the same time. As soon as I make it to his thighs, he collapses, still shaking, back onto the bed. I quickly take off his brown loafers and socks, finally removing his pants and underwear.

“I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here,” he offers a strained grin.

I scoff as I take everything to the bathroom and run the cold water in the shower. I wet the clothes and try and wash out as much blood as I can. There is a small basket for dirty clothes my mom had left behind, and I grab that and fill it with water. While that fills up, I dash upstairs to grab my stain removing detergent and bring it down. After applying it to all the areas that had been affected, I drop them into the cold water and plop the bottle of detergent on top to keep them submerged. Then I fill the steel bowl I’d brought with the supplies with warm water and set it on the bedside table. Dipping the sponge into it, I squeeze out the excess water before kneeling on the floor beside Jooheon’s still form.

“I’m going to clean you up now,” I announce quietly, in case he’s asleep now for real. He simply nods, his eyes remaining closed. I focus on cleaning the area around the gash and then move on to his hands. Three bowls later, he’s all cleaned up, and the wound has closed even more. “Jooheon?”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering open.

“Do you think you have enough energy to move one last time? I want to replace the soiled bed pad with a clean one.”

“Any excuse to see my ass,” he murmurs playfully as he allows me to help him up. “If you wanted to see it so bad, you just had to ask.”

I roll my eyes even as I let out an amused chortle. Not that I’m trying to focus too much on it, but the man does have quite an attractive-looking ass. Concentrating back on my task, I remove the old pad and layout the clean one. I cover his wound with gauze to keep my comforter safe from staining.

“I don’t know if these will do anything for you, but here are some painkillers and a water bottle.”

Jooheon accepts them both, downing the medicine and half the water within a few seconds. I help him lie down one more time and then tuck the comforter under his chin.

“Thank you,” his susurrous voice is filled with genuine appreciation.

“You’re welcome,” I smile down at him as I brush back his blood-orange locks. The color suited him so well. Then, using a clean damp cloth, I dab at his forehead, temples, and cheeks, wiping off the sweat that clung there as I tell him, “I’m going to head upstairs and wash your clothes. I put your cell phone on the bedside table. Call me if you need anything.”

“If you don’t mind,” he asks a bit shyly as he meets my gaze. “When you’re done, will you come back down and sleep with me…like we used to?”

A lump forms in my throat as memories of us innocently napping in the same bed, feeling safe in each other's company, flood my mind. How I missed those times.

“But you’re naked,” I point out, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

He smiles, the hint of a fang gleaming in the bedroom light. A shiver tickles down my spine.

“I’ll be good. I promise,” he winks.

“Yeah, ok. Sure,” I nod, trying to keep my voice steady. “Well, get some sleep. I’m going to leave my small salt lamp on.”

“Ok.”

Unable to help myself, I bend over and drop a kiss on the top of his head.

“Good night.”

“Night,” Jooheon sighs blissfully as he shuts his eyes.

I waste no time grabbing everything, turning off the room light on my way out, and then head upstairs.

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It was almost two in the morning when I finally was able to return downstairs. It had taken two attempts to get all of the stains out, but I had finally been successful, and the clothes were now gently drying. I had long since changed out of my own clothes, having had to also add them to the wash. I hadn’t realized I had stained my shirt as well. I’d slipped into my most comfortable pajamas; a short-sleeved black top with the word DREAM in glittering white letters across my chest and a pair of shorts covered in stars and planets. Pure comfort.

I am so ready for some sleep now. It’s not until I crawl under the covers and scooch in closer to Jooheon that I remember he is completely naked. He stirs before I can retreat to the opposite side of the bed, his arms extending towards me and tugging me up against his side. He hugs me gently, my head cradled on his chest. I tentatively settle my hand on the spot just over his heart, and I let my leg drape over one of his thighs, just as we used to do. Once I realize I am nowhere near accidentally touching his exposed phallus, I’m able to relax, letting the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm lull me to sleep.

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By the time I hear the door open from across the room, I’ve already pressed his suit and shirt, left them hanging in the room, and am almost done with breakfast.

“Good morning,” Jooheon beams, looking refreshed after his long sleep.

With the royal blue dress pants and the blazer hanging open over the electric yellow shirt beneath, I find my throat going dry. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Laughing shyly as I place the bacon at the center of the table, I clarify, “It’s actually afternoon. Hungry?” A playful grin dances on his lips, his fangs peeking through, and he quirks one eyebrow up as his gaze drifts down to the spread on the table. The sight of his fangs reminds me of what I had allowed him to do to me last night, and I grow nervous. Even though he’s staring at the breakfast I laid out, I find myself stumbling over my thoughts. “F-for food,” I stutter. “I mean, are you hungry for food? Unless…unless you need more…uhm..bl-blood?”

“No, no,” Jooheon assures. A puff of air wafts my hair back and I gasp. In a blink of an eye Jooheon is now right in front of me. My eyes widen in surprise as I had not been expecting him to appear so suddenly. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Me?” I shrug. “Of course,” I say, even as I laugh nervously.

His playful demeanor instantly changes, his eyes wandering over my face in concern. “It’s ok if you’re not. I know having a vampire for a friend can be a bit…weird.” I bite down on my lower lip, my thumb rubbing subconsciously at my wrist. Jooheon’s eyes flick down, catching the gesture, his brows crinkling with guilt. “Hey. You’re ok.” He rubs my arms soothingly. “You want to talk about it? You know you can be honest with me. ”

I nod, swallowing hard. “I was a little scared yesterday, but I would do anything to help you, so that’s why I offered my blood to you. Then I got a little…confused? Maybe? My feelings were all jumbled and like,” my hands flutter around, “I don’t know. They were just a lot, and then…there was a moment when my nervousness and all those “sensations” kinda just left me. I suddenly felt…at ease, and I was ok.” Jooheon glances away, ashamed. “Did you do some vampire magic spell on me or something?”

His eyes close briefly, “I did. I mean, it wasn’t magic. I just…” He pauses as he lets out a sigh, his gaze returning to me. “Your heart rate was so erratic, and I could feel.. you were so…” Jooheon takes a breath as he gathers his thoughts. Then, starting again, he clarifies, “I could tell you were struggling a little with what we were doing. I just wanted to take away some of the stress, so I persuaded your mind to think you were comfortable with everything. Minhyuk calls it compulsion.”

I nod. “Yeah. Yeah. I get it. And thank you really, but,” I take his hand in mine when he presses his lips together, clearly remorseful. “Don’t ever do that again without asking permission first, ok?”

“Definitely,” he doesn’t hesitate to affirm. “I’m sorry. Really. I only wanted to protect you.”

The earnestness on his face is endearing, and I draw him in for a hug.

Clearing my throat, I pull back to look him over. “Now that that’s settled, are you good? Are you sure you don’t need any more blood to help you finish healing?”

His eyes lock with mine as if trying to make sure I was really ok with all this.

“Yeah,” he nods, offering a dimpled smile. “I’m good here. I promise.”

“Let me see. You know the nurse in me needs to see for myself,” I purse my lips, and he laughs even as he untucks his shirt and lifts it. Removing the tape and gauze, I examine the area. The laceration was gone. If it weren’t for a slight rosiness to the site, one would never know anything had been there at all. “Good as new,” I smile as I step back to throw away the medical supplies.

Washing my hands, I return to the table, gesturing for Jooheon to sit. He does so, and we both fill our plates with food.

“Yummy,” he grins as he digs in without hesitation.

I can’t help but smile, pleased to see him eating what I made for him.

“So, wanna tell me what happened yesterday? Like how exactly you got hurt.”

Jooheon’s chewing slows, and he wipes his mouth as he swallows, then takes a sip of coffee.

“It’s not what you think,” he starts, and I cock a brow at him. “Minhyuk and I went to a bar looking for someone to…feed on. I wanted to do it before I came to see you.” He clears his throat and continues when I don’t seem affected negatively by his words. “Anyway, Minhyuk found someone and left. I wasn’t in a hurry and was just enjoying the music when I saw this guy getting too handsy with this woman. It was obvious she wasn’t into him. When he got a little too forceful, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

“So you were protecting her?” I probe.

“Of course,” he shrugs. “I went up and pulled the guy from her and told him to leave. I should have known better when he left without a word. After a while, I left by myself, not really in the mood to feed anymore, and wham! Out of the blue, five guys show up once I pass an alley and catch me off guard. I was able to compel two of them to leave right away. I was fighting one when another pulled out a knife, cut me, and ran before I could stop him. While the others were in shock from what their friend did, I compelled them to forget what happened, and then I caught up to the one who hurt me-”

“You didn’t kill him, right?” I ask, cutting him off.

“You really think I could?” he returns, and it’s hard to pretend I don’t hear the hurt in his tone. “I’m still me, Y/N. I haven’t changed.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that,” I say regretfully. “You’ve never done anything to make me feel unsafe around you.”

“And I never will,” he affirms earnestly. “And no. I didn’t kill him. I compelled him and made my way to you.”

I can only nod, continuing to finish the remainder of my breakfast. Jooheon’s phone vibrates in the quietness, and he takes it out, speedily sending a reply to whoever had texted him.

“Everything ok?”

Jooheon looks up with a dimpled smile. “Yes. It’s just Minhyuk checking on me since I didn’t come home.”

“Ah. It’s good you have someone to count on and make sure you’re ok.”

I look down at my plate, hating the jealousy I feel in the pit of my stomach. I remember when I was that person for him. The one person who looked after him checked in on him and ensured he was ok. I had lost that right when I left him in the woods after he kissed me that fateful day. Of course, I couldn’t be upset over him finding someone to fill that spot, especially when he had died and come back as something else.

I can’t help but feel those same feelings trying to resurface. Those feelings that had caused me to run away from him back then because I was too afraid of things changing between us.

I can’t let this be the same story seven or so years later!

But that was my dilemma if last night had anything to say about it. I do want to take the next step with him. I don’t want to just be friends. But I’m also so afraid of what that really means.

Maybe I shouldn’t say anything and just keep things as is a while longer…

“What are you thinking about?”

I gasp as I look over and see that Jooheon is no longer in his seat but kneeling beside me now.

“Sheesh!” I laugh. “I will never get used to that.”

“Perks of being a vampire,” he shrugs with a laugh of his own. “But seriously, your mood changed. I don’t have to be a vampire to sense that. Did I say something wrong?”

“Uhm…”

I can feel myself panicking; the weight of my confession is a heavy one. I want to be with Jooheon, but I’m still afraid of turning. So instead of replying, I stand, my chair scraping the floor loudly. I grab some of our plates and head to the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Jooheon pleads, urging me to turn to him after I’ve placed the plates in the sink.

I look up into his face to see his brows drawn down in a mixture of confusion and pensiveness. His eyes roam over my face as if looking for any clue as to what I was thinking exactly.

“Shit,” I sigh, knowing I cannot and will not run away this time. “Ok. So last night, when when I took care of you…It made me realize something.”

“Ok.” he urges quietly.

I take in a deep breath, speaking as I let the air out.

“I want to be with you.”

I hold my breath again, waiting for him to say something,

“You sure?” he questions, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as if biting back hope.

“I know. I know,” I ramble on. “It’s a lot to take in after all this time. I’ve not always been so clear with my feelings. And I know it sounds so sudden, but it’s not something I’m saying on a whim. I do want us to be together, and honestly, I’m also pretty scared.”

“Look,” he smiles reassuringly at me. “I have your whole lifetime to wait. You don’t have to make a decision today. I meant what I told you back then. You have my heart, and I will always be waiting for you.” Then, stepping in closer, he adds, “I leave it in your hands.”

“My whole lifetime, huh?” I ponder. “When you say it like that….”

Jooheon’s lips turn up slightly into a delighted and optimistic smile. “Yes?”

“I want you to know, these years without you,” I breathe. “I felt so empty. It took me some time, but I realized it was because you weren’t in my life anymore. I missed you. Once we reconnected, it wasn’t too long after I decided. I want you in my life and not just as a friend. I was just afraid to say anything because I wasn’t too sure if you still felt the same, and I didn’t want to mess things up…again.”

Jooheon’s eyebrows shoot up as he takes in my words.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he grins. “My feelings for you have definitely not changed. But, I just want to be one hundred percent certain here.” It’s as if he genuinely can’t believe what he’s hearing. “What are we agreeing to exactly?”

Cupping his cheek, I smile affectionately, “Let’s give me a little more time to decide if I want to be turned. For now, let’s just be together.”

His own hand snakes behind my neck, his thumb caressing the pulse point on the side of my neck.

“I would love nothing more.”

He’s leaning down before I know what’s happening, capturing my lips with his. Inhaling sharply, I succumb to the kiss. It feels like so much more than I had expected it to. After years of life getting in our way, we were finally on the same page, and it felt incredible to be wrapped in the warmth of his arms. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamt of this very exact moment many times before. All I can focus on is the thrill his kisses are evoking. His lips trail down my neck, and I shiver, taking the moment to speak.

“Should we…go to the couch or maybe the room?” I manage.

As a reply, Jooheon scoops me up into his arms, bridal style, and in one swift motion, I find myself straddling his lap as he falls into the couch with me atop him. I can’t help but gasp as we actually bounce on the couch cushions with the momentum.

“Couch sounds good,” he agrees, his voice low. “Much closer.”

For a moment, all I can do is stare down at him, captivated by his darkened, half-lidded eyes. Jooheon remains still under my gaze, allowing me to make the next move, and my heart swells. He is so perfect like this, with his lips slightly turned up at the ends, the dimples just visible on his cheeks. I had found him to be so cute in life, but as a vampire, he is devastatingly hot. I could stay like this forever, just looking at his face.

My hand reaches up, my fingertips skimming lightly across his forehead until my palm cradles his cheek. He remains unmoving aside from his tongue coming out to slide across his bottom lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

My thumb glides along his bottom lip, following the same path his tongue had just taken.

His own thumbs rub comforting circles at my hips as he questions, “For what?”

“For taking so long to tell you how I really feel,” I lament, casting my eyes to the side, unable to look at him. “I wasted so much time over my foolish fears.”

“Hey,” Jooheon calls quietly, waiting until I meet his eyes before continuing. “We can’t change the past, so no more dwelling in it. We are here now, ok?”

I nod. How did I get so lucky? Anyone else would have just moved on. Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his.

“I love you so much, Joohoney,” I breathe against his mouth.

Jooheon sighs contentedly, his hands squeezing gently at my waist, a huge grin decorating his lips. Though we’ve said these words to each other in the past, it feels like I am saying them for the first time.

“I love you, too,” he purrs back, his eyes glittering with adoration.

With a happy upturn of my lips, I swoop down to capture his lips with mine. I lick my way into his mouth, the kiss deepening quickly as I scooch closer to him. Jooheon’s arms wrap around my lower back, drawing me tighter against him. He’s so warm, our bodies melting into each other as the kiss grows more steamy and passionate. Against my chest, I can feel his heart thrumming furiously, and it makes me smile that I am the cause of his elevated heart rate.

Pulling my lips away from his, I kiss my way down to his neck, and Jooheon’s breath becomes trapped in his throat. His skin is so soft, and he smells so good my mind feels muddled and intoxicated by his scent.

Placing an open-mouthed kiss just over his pulse point, I murmur, “I can't believe I waited so long for this.”

Jooheon’s breath escapes in a slight noise of agreement, but then he inhales sharply, his cock twitching beneath me as I wrap my mouth over his jugular and suck roughly at the throbbing vein. The sound of his ragged breathing triggers my hips to roll into him. A moan tugs from my throat, and Jooheon’s head falls back.

“Shit, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” he whines.

Jooheon’s voice is gravelly with need. His hands return to my waist, encouraging my hips to continue their movements. I feel the stickiness of my want clinging to my panties as I press my clothed clit over his thickening dick. The friction feels so good, and goosebumps spring up across my skin as Jooheon’s eyes flit over my face. It’s as if just the mere sight of me getting worked up is all he needs.

His eyes drift down to watch my fingers lift up the hem of my shirt. I don’t waste time pulling it over my head and tossing it over my shoulder. Jooheon’s eyes widen briefly to find my breast bared before him. His hands are instantly cupping them, his thumbs stroking across my nipples, quickly bringing them to hardened peaks. My hips continue to rock above him, my hands resting on his shoulders as I work myself towards the edge I so fervently want to jump off of.

Jooheon is undeniably hard beneath me. I swallow thickly, trying to clear the haze in order to think coherently. I feel selfish, having only thought of my own needs thus far, and that dampens the pleasure that had been building. Stopping my movements, I scoot back on his thighs and quickly unbutton his pants. Bringing down the zipper, I pull out his thickened length. Jooheon and I look down at his pink cock, the tip already weeping pre-cum. I swipe my thumb over the tip, collecting the viscous liquid, and then pop my thumb in my mouth. Jooheon shutters and shifts us on the couch.

“Jooheon!” I half complain.

I had wanted to feel him in my hand, but Jooheon was being a bit impatient.

“You’re killing me,” he murmurs as he hovers over me.

“You’re already dead,” I point out with a cock of an eyebrow.

“You little….”

Jooheon pouts and doesn’t finish his words. Instead, he chooses to stand to pull off his clothing. I watch him, admiring his physique. Beneath, he is lean but toned, the flesh appearing like marble in its pallidity. Once completely naked, he helps me out of my pajama bottoms and my underwear that is soaked with arousal. Now that we are entirely free of any barriers, Jooheon returns to the couch, his body draping over mine.

The weight of him feels so good as our bodies melt skin to skin into each other. Jooheon brings his lips to mine, the languid kisses he coaxes from me thrilling my body more than the passionate kisses had. His hand slides down my arm, skimming down my waist until he reaches my hips. His hand squeezes at the flesh there, and my mind buzzes with all the sensations.

“I want you, Jooheon,” I whine, undulating my hips beneath him.

Jooheon’s fingers find my center and slip through the folds to find my throbbing clit. His middle finger swirls around the sensitive nub, and I’m clutching at the couch cushions as coils of pleasure tighten, threatening to spring free at any moment. The onslaught stops, only for him to dip a finger inside me. I gasp, my legs widening to allow him easier access.

“You’re so wet,” Jooheon coos against your ear, and you shiver.

He inserts another digit, and I find it challenging to keep my eyes open. My back arches as he nudges at my sweet spot, and I moan out his name. His fingers pump inside me, and my heartbeat sounds so loud in my ears. I feel as if I will pop at any moment. Then, as if knowing I am so close, Jooheon pulls his fingers out. I am about to protest, but when I look down and see him grab his own length, I swallow hard, unable to look away. He uses my juices that coat his fingers to slicken himself.

“Damn, that’s hot,” I marvel hungrily.

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Yeah,” I nod enthusiastically.

Jooheon can’t help but grin as he kisses me deeply. Then, pulling away, he kneels between my legs. I am spread so wide for him. He wastes no time in bringing the head of his cock to my opening. He slides in slowly, and we both groan as he bottoms out. From this position, he feels thick inside me, and it feels so good. I can feel him trembling, and I reach out to touch his abdomen to help him relax, but the gesture only draws him in further, and we are both cursing.

Jooheon, unable to stop himself any longer, draws back and drives himself forward deep inside me. My back arches at the titillating feelings erupting from my core. His hands find perches on the back of my knees, bringing my legs wider still. The fit seems even tighter now as his hips speed up. The sounds of our moans, heavy breathing, and the lewd noises of his cock going in and out of my wet center fills the space. Everything is too much, and I feel myself already drawing so close to my finish.

“Bite me,” I plead as my hips thrust up, matching his rhythm.

His cock twitches inside me at the command. The knowledge that he is a powerful being and has the self-control to hold back from what he so clearly would enjoy doing makes me want to give it to him all the more. But I am so close and hate that I can't hold on a little bit longer. It had been too long for me since I had been intimate with anyone else. But even more, I was so head over heels with this man that my body was just over-aroused.

“What? Are you sure?”

His thrusts become slow as he looks down at my flushed and glistening face. The uncertainty on his brow, combined with the want in his eyes, has my heart swelling with love. My walls flutter around him, and he groans.

“God, yes, please,” I beg, tilting my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.

In one quick movement, Jooheon has shifted us back to him sitting and me straddling his lap. His eyes level with mine; he cocks a brow as if confirming I really want it. As a response, I lift up and realign him to my entrance. Then, sinking down on him, my lashes flutter as I struggle to keep my eyes locked on him.

He is gorgeous with his flushed cheeks and teeth trapping his bottom lip as he groans deep in his throat. With his hand pressing firmly to my lower back, I can only moan, my nipples tightening to hard pebbles as he grinds up into me. He feels so good, too good, and I can feel that impending orgasm drawing close again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before picking up the pace.

I lean back, taking him in deeper, and he snatches a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. My head falls back as my hips roll faster into him. I was so close I could no longer keep my eyes open.

“Jooheon, I'm gonna cum,” I manage to get out between breaths.

He presses at my upper back, urging me toward him. I watch as Jooheon’s fangs descend, and I gasp with arousal. There is no other warning, his head lunges forward, and his mouth latches onto the side of my neck. For the briefest of moments, there is a burning pain, and I gasp. But once he begins to suck at the jugular, all there is is a blinding rush of pleasure.

“Oh, fuuu-”

It's too much; my hips are grinding desperately along his plump cock as stars burst behind my eyes, and I shatter into a million tiny pieces around him. Jooheon wraps me in the tightest of embraces as my pulsing core coaxes out his own ecstasy. Warm streaks of cum shoot inside me, coating my walls with the white ribbons as his hips stutter up into me.

Jooheon laps at my neck, closing up the wounds he has created there. His hand strokes my skin as he falls back against the couch, satiated. I tuck my face into his neck, and we are quiet as we try and catch our breaths, him still inside me and his arms still hugging me tightly.

“You ok?” he finally asks when our breaths settle down. “I wasn’t too rough?”

His arms slacken, and I lift up so I can see his face. He has a blissed-out expression that makes me smile. His lips are tinted rouge from my blood, and I swipe my tongue across them; a slight metallic taste hits my taste buds, and I kiss him slowly.

“That. Was. Amazing.” I punctuate each word with a kiss, and Jooheon chuckles.

“You are amazing,” he says as he pecks my mouth even as a dimpled smile graces his face. “And, hey, I want to make sure you understand. You don’t have to feel rushed about deciding when you want to go through the change,” he assures me. “When you’re ready, we’ll do it. But, for now, let’s just enjoy what we have as we are now.”

Gazing into his eyes, my heart swells with the love and adoration I see looking back at me. There was no one I would trust more than him.

“Ok. Sounds like a plan.”

“Until then,” his voice thickens as he kisses my shoulder. “We should make up for lost time.”

I let out a giggle as he wooshes us to the bedroom and traps me beneath him and the bed, his cock already hardening against my thigh.

“Yes, we definitely should.” .✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　🩸　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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millie-ionaire05 · 3 years ago

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No doubt 😆😏

In the Harry Potter universe wands we’re probably used for masturbation or some kinky games

#I mean let’s be honest #I also think about the polyjuice potion #imagine turning into your partner #and making it spicy #if you catch my drift

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millie-ionaire05 · 3 years ago

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A rollercoaster of emotions in my heart while reading 🥺🥺 but I loved it regardless. Ari needs to get her ass beat in my opinion 🤔

Also, Namjoon is very very suspicious. I don’t trust him. I have a very bad feeling. “…I didn’t think this would happen…”. What the fuck is that supposed to mean Namjoon? Why was Taehyung even there? If he was there to turn, then why would you have Jimin be there at all? 😤

So good to see you’re still writing hun! I hope you’re doing good! 💜

Moonstruck 11

Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: smut, angst, e2l, supernatural, thriller, slow burn

rating: mature

description: A plan to find out who placed the listening device in your room goes awry.

word count: 7.8k

warnings: contains SPOILERS! Cussing, anger issues, gun use, cruel use of magic, biting, blood, no smut this chapter

a/n: Yay!!! I wrote something on Spring Break! Tumblr’s been kinda dead, but thank you if you are still here reading my works. I really do want to finish this series. I appreciate your patience. Happy reading!

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#bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook fic #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #bts series

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I think I just fell in love 😳

WAIT CAN YOU DO HIS VERSE IN CYPHER 4????

Gimme about two days and I can record it! I haven’t fully learned the cyphers yet but I wanna, so this is a good excuse🥴

#holy my fucking moley #literal goosebumps #your voice 😩

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millie-ionaire05 · 4 years ago

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Omge Omge Omge noooooo aldjjdwkjajskaja my heart is broken and I’m fucking sobbing bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭 this was so good. I was holding my breath the whole time ugh this was so good ugh Omge I need more 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 you can’t do this me and mah heart 😩😩😩😩😩😩

Heraklion Station

; Best friend!Jimin x Engineer!Reader

; Genre: Sci-fi horror, angst, fluff, smut

; Word Count: 1.6k

; Warnings: Mentions of death, horror

; Synopsis: Heraklion Station, one of hundreds of space station’s that are littered amongst the stars of the galaxy. A damaged ship being pulled to port is nothing new, but the horror it brings with it is. It’s something humanity has never seen, and it’s something that will destroy Heraklion Station, and possibly humanity itself.

; A/N: It probably won’t get much love but…it takes inspiration from Alien, Event Horizon and Dead Space

Drip.

To some on a planet, the sound of a silence so complete you can hear the dripping of a leaking pipe down the hall would be the ultimate bliss. For those living on a space station however, it was a sound so unnerving that just the mere absence of all other noise would be enough to make the hairs rise on your arms.

But it wasn’t just the faint drops of water hitting the metal floor that had your heart racing, your skin clammy and your breath quickening. No, there was the softest chime coming from the sealed double doors ahead of you. It was something that under normal circumstances, no one would even think twice about. But for you, right now, it was as loud a church bell.

Clasping a sweaty hand over your mouth, your panic widened eyes scan the darkened area behind you, not a movement to be seen and you spin around to press your body firmly against the container that had been left carelessly against the side. That was good. Silence was good. Stillness was good.

Eyes flickering up, you watch as the electronic sign counts down the floor levels, the elevator slowly making its way to your level. It’s agonisingly slow, each second creeping by more slowly than the first, but that isn’t what has you almost ready to crawl out of your body in fear.

No, that was the soft thudding that was slowly approaching the corridor you were hunkered down in. It was not silent anymore. And you had no doubt that if turned around to peek, you would see something in distance moving in the dim lighting.

That was not good.

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Death's Kiss

Characters: Seonghwa, Yeosang and Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1K

Synopsis: You’re on your deathbed when you receive an unexpected visitor.

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Your deep raspy intakes of breath drown out the constant beeping that plays around you. Your chest feels weighed down, your lids heavy. It takes all your strength to open them a sliver, your eyes struggling to focus as they fall on a dark figure sitting beside you.

“Yeo...sang?” you shiver as you croak out the name of your beloved.

Some long ago memory tries to ignite in your mind. A sensation of longing...of missing him washes over you, but he is right here, isn’t he?

“Yes, but just for this moment,” comes the reply.

Had you spoken aloud? You aren’t sure as tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the mear sound of his voice. Perplexed, you will them away concentrating on your breathing instead.

“You look so handsome...as always,” you smile, your dry lips cracking with the effort.

You wince, swiping your tongue across the rough skin in hopes of moistening the area.

“Why, thank you,” he beams, a pleased glint in his cocoa-colored eyes. “You look beautiful, too, my love.” He places a warm hand over yours and you look down, brows furrowing in confusion to find such a sharp contrast between the two. While his hand was warm and oh so smooth, yours was wrinkled and speckled with age spots. “Shhh,” he whispers as you open your mouth to voice your concerns. He swipes his fingers gently over your eyebrows, soothing away the fears growing in your dimming orbs that peer up at him. “If you could only do one more thing today, what would it be?”

You chuckle and it induces a coughing fit. You clutch at your chest, the pain blooming there almost too much to bear. He brings a straw to your chapped lips, allowing you a moment to sip up the contents of the pink plastic cup. You sigh in relief, burrowing deeper into the pillows as he smiles down patiently at you.

“My wish would be,” you clear your throat. “It would be...to dance with you one last time.”

“Easy enough,” he beams tenderly. “Up we go then.”

You eye him warily. Who was he kidding? You could barely catch your breath, how were you supposed to stand and dance?

“Yeosang,” you tut. “You, of all people, know I have not been able to get around for quite some time.”

He extends a hand out to you, all the while smiling encouragingly. In that moment, he looks just as he had when you had first met. Golden hair a bit too long at the nape of his neck, bronzed skin that glowed with youthfulness, and those intense eyes that had captured your heart the instant you saw them. Yet, the way he spoke now...it was different.

“Don’t think about it too much,” he urges.

Though you are hesitant, you were not one to ever resist an invitation from Yeosang to dance.

Slowly, you lift your hand into his. As he gently tugs you up, you gasp in amazement to find your skin changing right before your eyes. The deep creases on your flesh grow smoother and smoother by the second, the age spots disappearing. Your strength returns and you feel steady as you step onto your feet. Tears fill your eyes again as you look up into the face of your love.

“How?”

Your eyes widen to hear your own voice. The raspy tone is gone. It was like touching his hand had brought you through a fountain of youth of some sort. You were back to being a twenty-something year old.

You giggle gleefully, your hands reaching up to cup his face and bring it down to yours. You kiss the birthmark near his eye just as you always did before wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest.

Soft music begins to play around you and you don’t even question it, sighing in contentment instead. His arms encircle your shoulders as he hugs you to him and you step side to side ever so slowly together to the music.

How many times had you done this; swayed in each other's arms with or without music in random rooms of your house? Too many times to count, you were quite sure. It was the one place you felt the safest. The most loved. Just like this with your cheek pressed against the space just above his heart. Right where you could hear it beat against your ear.

You stiffen suddenly. Your own heart stumbles over itself for a moment in your chest.

There was no heartbeat.

You felt grief engulf you suddenly as a flash of memories flooded your mind.

You were well into your eighties, not a young twenty-something year old anymore. Now your wrinkled hands made sense. You remember Yeosang passing away months ago from a heart attack. You yourself were battling cancer. A fight you were near to losing. You stop moving.

“You’re not my Yeosang,” you murmur, a bit lugubriously.

“No,” he smiles down at you with a gentle tilt to his lips.

Your eyes glisten as your chest tightens. You missed him so much your heart actually hurt.

“I...I don’t understand,” you stammer.

“I know,” he whispers.

The face that looks so much like Yeosang leans towards you to press a gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, you inhale sharply to find that it was no longer Yeosang’s face gazing down at you. The blonde hair has darkened to a deep sable. A pair of cool ashen eyes stare back at you instead.

A stranger now stood before you.

Taking a hesitant step back, you demand, “Who are you?”

His shoulder lifts up in a half shrug, “I am Seonghwa, but I go by so many other names.” You swallow nervously as he continues. “Some call me Death, but the most popular one seems to be the Grim Reaper.”

“Oh,” you manage as realization hits you. You nibble on your bottom lip, wondering aloud, “Does this mean it's time, then?”

He nods in confirmation, “It does.”

“Well.” You straighten your shoulders, chin up in acceptance. Resolutely, you state, “I’m ready then.”

Without another word, Seongwa offers you his arm. You lock elbows with him, a loud incessant beep instantly resounding behind you as the two of you walk towards a brightening space before you. The sounds of hospital personnel rushing into the room cuts off into complete silence as you enter the light, peace finally welcoming you.

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Ghost Tour Surprise

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Character: Kihyun and Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Synopsis: Y/N takes a haunted tour of historical downtown, meeting a strange, yet handsome passenger along the way.

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The night had finally come. The night where she would ride on a tour bus learning about the most haunted parts of the city with a bunch of strangers. Her friends were too chicken to come along with her, preferring to go to a party instead. It was Halloween night, and for the first time since she’d started this little tradition, the moon was full, giving the whole experience an even spookier feel than before.

She knew all the stories already, but still truly enjoyed hearing them again. The tale of the haunted club, the story of the drunken ghost at the brewery, the unidentified red-eyed ghoul and much more. Each person strung along the tales in their own way, adding their personal touch, bringing new life to each account told.

Now the time had come to stop at the cemetery; one of Y/N’s favorite places. Stepping off the bus, she smiled as she gazed up at the night sky. The glowing orb had drawn higher up into the clear onyx sky surprisingly providing much illumination below. Moving forward, she walked quietly, meandering around the cemetery, reading each headstone she passed.

She paused on one and leaned forward to touch the stone that gleamed in the silvery light. She was surprised to find the marble to be warm. Her eyes skimmed over the carving into the stone, but the sound of the tour guide calling everyone back distracted her from capturing all the details. With a sullen sigh, she joined her group, which then returned to the bus.

Finding her seat, she peered out the window, noticing a mist beginning to cover the area. There was a magical beauty to the cemetery with its gargoyles, cherubs and angel statues that littered the grounds. The peaceful quietness was something she looked forward to whenever she walked the paths of the graveyard.

Giving it a wistful smile, she sat up a little straighter in her seat when the bus gently jerked forward. It was then that she noticed, out of the side of her eye, that there was someone sitting in the seat next to her. She’d been riding alone prior to the stop, and there should be the same amount of passengers as before...soooo….

She turned her head more to the side and was met with a pair of soulful mahogany brown eyes. His skin was pale, bringing out the darkness of those all too knowing eyes even more. His hair was a brown so dark, it could be mistaken for black. And even though the bus was dim, the emergency lights running down the aisle offered a barely noticeable illumination, he appeared to let off a soft glow of his own.

He stared back, a bit of curiosity now wrinkling his brow. It was this that seemed to break the trance she was in.

“Hey,” she smiled. “Didn’t want to take the tour by yourself?” He smiled, shaking his head as a reply. The way his lips quirked up at each corner had her heart beating a little bit faster than normal. “Are you scared?” she teased.

“No,” he laughed. “Are you?”

She shrugged, “Naw. I come every year. It’s how I like to pass Halloween Night.”

“Me as well.”

He had a mischievous little smirk that had her eyeing him suspiciously.

“Really? I’ve never seen you around before.”

“Perhaps we have just missed each other those nights, but I assure you...I have been here.”

Hmm...there was something strange about the young man. He certainly didn’t speak like anyone she knew.

“Maybe…” she trailed off.

The tour guide interrupted their banter and both became quiet. They would be making another stop soon. When the guide stopped talking the two continued conversing.

“If you would like, I know a bit of not-so-commonly-known information of some of the places we will see, I could procure you this knowledge. Enhance the tour for you a bit this time around.” She quirked an unconvinced eyebrow at him. “I speak the truth. I am certain you’ve heard it all. I can make it a tad more fun.”

“Alright then,” she finally gave in. “I’ll bite.”

He looked at her, a strange look on his face as he scooched away a little. “No need for all that.”

“You‘re weird,” she laughed. “I’m not literally going to bite you.” She covered her mouth to muffle the giggles spilling forth uncontrolled. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

She offered a hand for him to shake. His hand reached forth, but instead of a handshake, he gently shifted her hand and brought it towards him as he bent his head down. His fingers were cold, but smooth. When his soft lips pressed a light kiss at her knuckles, goosebumps spread across her arms.

“It is a great pleasure to meet you.” His voice was soft-spoken, only making the goosebumps more prominent. “I am Kihyun.”

A slight nagging at the back of her mind felt a familiarity suddenly, but she quickly brushed it away. Certainly she’d remember a strange speaking guy, especially one as devilishly handsome as he.

Slipping her hand out of his grasp, she had to swallow a few times before she could reply with, “Nice to meet you, too.”

As the tour continued they remained together. True to his word, he offered new details she hadn’t heard before at almost every place they stopped. There was something about how he spoke that captivated her. The low modulation of his voice was appealing to listen to and soon she forgot about the tour and those around her. It was just Kihyun and herself, the world having fallen away from her mind.

After about two hours of strolling through historical downtown, it was time to return to the bus. To Y/N, it seemed like they had just gotten there. She’d had such a great time with Kihyun. If he didn’t ask for her number, she would certainly ask for his, unabashedly. He was gorgeous, smart and they’d hit it off so well? Definitely not passing up this opportunity.

Back in their seats, they settled in for the ride back. Kihyun was more quiet now, barely speaking as they neared the cemetery.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N finally asked.

With a sorrowful look, he cupped her cheeks.

“I have to go now, but please know… I have not enjoyed myself this much in cent…,” he paused, his lips thinning momentarily. “Let us just say, it has been a long long time. I will miss you.”

Confusion drew her brows down, “I don’t understand. I can give you my number. We can talk and see each other again soon...if you want...”

“I am afraid not,” he sighed desolately.

Before she could protest again, he leaned forward as he also guided her face towards him. Bringing his lips against hers, he swallowed the gasp she released. Y/N felt warm to him, but for her the flesh of Kihyun’s lips were cool, his tongue as it pressed gently, begging for entrance, was like ice as she granted permission. Her heartbeat thrummed wildly beneath her ribs when their kissed deepened for a moment longer. It was like a battle between fire and ice and neither wanted to pull away.

But pull away, he eventually did.

“Kihyun,” she swallowed hard, her tongue swiping across her lips and feeling the chill their.

“Good-bye, Y/N,” he whispered.

“Wait...what?”

She knew the bus would not stop to release passengers until they reached the parking lot. The bus ride wasn’t over yet, so why was Kihyun giving his good-bye’s now? He squeezed her hand one last time just as the bus stopped at a red light.

Y/N blinked.

It was a split second. One moment he was there and the other moment he was not. She shot up in her seat, looking around. Some of the riders had fallen asleep. It was just passed midnight now. Her eyes searched frantically out of the window. Nothing. Peering to the opposite side, she found an empty seat and rushed to it. Again, she squinted out into the darkness her eyes catching sight of a figure in black standing against a white and grey marble headstone.

Y/N gasped.

It was the headstone she’d touched. Eyes widening, she felt the hair on the back of her neck prick up as she recalled the message she’d briefly glanced at earlier.

Here lies Yoo Kihyun, son beloved...

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So Beautiful

Characters: Shownu and Female Reader

Genre: Angst, smut

Synopses: After having your first child, you no longer feel sexy with your new mom bod.

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Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Another beautiful mood board by my cousin @millie-ionaire05. Thank you!!

“Hey, I’m heading out now to take our little rose to her grandma.”

You look down at your beautiful baby all snuggled up and strapped in tightly in her car seat. She was a mere four months old, but she had you and Shownu both wrapped around her little finger.

You tuck her blanket around her tenderly, asking, “Are you sure she’ll be ok?”

You stand, worried eyes now gazing up at your husband. He chuckles in amusement, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Don’t worry so much, ok,” he then pats your head affectionately. “My mom knows how to take care of a baby. Jangmi will be just fine. I’ll be back soon.”

He leans down to drop a brief kiss on your lips before picking up the car seat and heading out. You stand there in the unusual quiet, fretting. This was the first time since having the baby that you were getting time to yourself. It was Shownu’s idea, of course. You would never have fathomed asking for a day off with your baby being so small and fragile still. But he had insisted you needed time to relax, sleep and recharge before you burned yourself out.

He wasn’t wrong, you felt like a zombie, but it still felt like you were abandoning your baby. It felt strange not having anything to do. And with him arranging this and saying he would be back soon, you couldn’t help but think he had other intentions in mind for this little day off.

You sigh, your anxiety rising. It had been so long since you and Shownu had been intimate. You were surprised to find you were nervous. Almost as if this was your first time. In a way it practically was. You two hadn’t made love in about… You pause to think back and count.

9 months!!

Shownu had been so worried towards your last trimester, that he had refused to do anything for fear of harming the baby. No amount of research you showed him advising that intercourse would not, in fact, hurt the baby, proved to be convincing for him. Not that you tried too hard to find evidence, if you were being honest. By then you were a waddling mess that fell asleep at the drop of a hat. Sex was the last thing on your mind.

Then after giving birth and allowing for the 40 day healing period, it just never seemed to be the right time. Either he got home too late and was tired or you were just deliriously exhausted from waking up at odd hours of the night to feed your baby that always seemed to be hungry. Any attempts in between were always interrupted by ill timed crying from baby Jangmi. Before you knew it, days turned to weeks and then to months.

You sigh as you head into the bathroom. Stripping down quickly, you take a hot shower, enjoying the heat seeping deep into your tired body. Twenty minutes later you are standing in front of the mirror, black lace boyshorts covering your private area. You stare down at your belly that pudges at your midsection and your lips turn down in disgust. As you don the matching bra, your eyes wander over the two globes filling the cups...perhaps a bit too overflowing. You definitely need a new one, you think to yourself. You turn this way and that as your take in your mom bod that reflected back at you, blinking back tears that sheened over your eyes.

Why was it taking so long to get rid of this fupa? You squeeze the pudge of excessive skin on your lower abdomen. It was no wonder Shownu didn’t touch you anymore. Exhaling forcefully, you turn around and gasp, hand lifting to your throat.

“Shownu!”

How long had he been standing there? Your skin flushes as he steps fully into the bedroom.

“Did you have a nice shower?” he asks quietly as he approaches you.

You squirm under his gaze fighting the urge to cross your arms over yourself.

“Uhm, yea,” you nod, glancing down. More loudly, “Yes.”

You see his sock covered feet stop mere millimeters from your own bare feet and feel your heart begin to thud fiercely. Your body starts to tremble, unsure of what was about to happen.

He hugs you to him, his arms engulfing you in his warmth. You let your cheek cradle against his chest, eyes closing as you accept the affection.

Shownu was a man of few words. Which you never minded. He preferred to show his love for you with thoughtful gestures. A card given randomly, leaving you your favorite sweet on your pillow before he left in the morning, a book you had mentioned wanting to read. It all showed that he was listening when you mentioned things you like.

But sometimes...it was nice to hear ‘I love you’.

He strokes your hair as he tells you, “Jangmi fell asleep on the ride over. Eomma was so happy to see her.”

You hum softly to let him know you heard him. Quietness surrounds you as you both remain in each other's arms. It’s so natural and you feel your souls slowly reconnecting.

“What were you doing when I walked in?” he queries, breaking the silence. You tense at his question, the embarrassment at being caught staring at yourself in the mirror burning the tips of your ears. When you don’t reply, he pulls away a bit to look down at you. “You know you are still so beautiful to me, right?”

Pulling away from him you scoff. “Yeah right.”

You roll your eyes as you plop cross legged onto the bed. Habitually, your arms come to rest on your stomach, trying to cover up as much of your body as you can. You hear Shownu sigh before he strides over, stopping before you. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel him staring down at you. Unable to take it anymore, you look up and find a frustrated expression on his face, the muscle in his jaw twitching.

Shownu kneels down in front of you. Now that you are face to face, his features soften and he smiles hesitantly at you.

“I know I’m not the best at telling you sweet words,” he begins. “I’d rather show my feelings than talk about them, ya know?” he shrugs a shoulder.

“I know,” you mumble.

Feeling a bit guilty, you glance away, no longer able to meet his gaze.

“So, how about you just let me show you how I feel about you?”

Do what now?

Your eyes flick back to his, searching for what he means by his words. You are met with a tender look, longing, and desire that he is trying so hard to reign in. You want to say no, too ashamed of how you look, but you miss being with him. And truly, how could you resist when he was looking at you like that?

You give him a slight nod, and it is all the confirmation he needs.

His hands reach for your ankles, unfolding your legs and pulling you towards him. Nothing has happened yet, but you can feel your heart rate quickening already. Your legs dangle on either side of him and he stretches up to meet your lips, his hands skimming over your thighs to rest on your hips. You inhale sharply as he grips your waist tightly and deepens the kiss. Wrapping your legs around him, you close your eyes when he pulls away to trail scalding kisses down your neck. He sighs when he buries his face in your breasts.

“Shownu!” you protest.

“Shhh,” he breaths against the plump flesh. “Let me love you.”

You shiver as he presses open mouthed kisses over the sensitive skin, but you don’t stop him. You let Shownu kiss along the lace of the bra until he reaches your already perked up nipple. His flattened tongue rasps over the material and arousal pools in your underwear when he draws the pebbled nub into his mouth. You let out a soft moan as he begins to suck.

Letting your head fall back, you concentrate on all the sensations. It had been so long and your body was igniting more and more with each kiss, each touch. His fingers trace the same path his lips had taken before slipping the covering away from your skin. His lips, now with no barrier between them and your tender globe, teasingly sweep side to side over your nipple. Your hips involuntarily grind up into him, drawing a groan from the both of you. Shownu gently pushes down at your waist with a trembling hand, trying to keep the friction from his hardened cock.

He wanted to take his time.

You whimper as he draws away from you, resuming to pepper your chest with kisses. His mouth reaches your abdomen, his fingers tickling across a stretch mark and you tense. Your hands shoot down to push him away. The tingling in your body begins to dim as insecurity and shame replace it.

“Please, don’t,” you turn your face away embarrassed, now trying to cover yourself up with the bedsheets. “Maybe we should just wait til night time. We can turn off the lights and you won’t have to see me…”

You untangle your legs from around him.

“If that’s what you really want,” he shifts away from you. He’s quiet and you peak at him from the corner of your eyes. “But I want to see you. All of you.” Your cheeks flush as you turn to face him fully. His eyes gaze back at you patiently. “We made something beautiful together and you should never be ashamed of it,” he whispers earnestly as he looks at you with eyes filled with adoration. He leans forward. “The extra softness of your skin here shows the safe place that you carried our baby.” He removes the covers over your abdomen, replacing it with his large hand, patting it gently. You swallow, resisting pushing it away. “Each of these stripes tell me what a strong woman you are,” he continues as he bends down to kiss the stretch marks on either side of your hips. “I could never do what you did, go through all that pain. You are fierce and you should wear them proudly.”

“You really believe all that?” you ask, still unsure.

He smirks, “You know I don’t talk a lot, so if I say something, I mean it.”

He drops a kiss at the hem of your boy shorts and you inhale sharply, the desire returning. Propping yourself on your elbows, you watch as he kisses further and further down.

His face hovers over the apex of your thighs as he asks, “Are you sure you want to wait til night time?”

Nightfall was not for another eight hours or so! Your mouth has gone dry and you find you have to swallow a few times before you can answer.

“No,” you breathe and he smiles seductively at you.

Shownu’s fingers tug at your lacy shorts, pulling them down your legs slowly. Your breath quickens as he tosses them aside. You feel your core contract in anticipation, dying bit by bit as he teases light kisses back up the inside of your legs. Reaching your center, he twirls his finger in your arousal and smears it over your pulsing clit. You moan his name, eyes threatening to close as pleasure shoots throughout your body. Your walls clench wanting him inside you already.

“Shownu, please,” you whimper.

He chuckles softly before bringing a finger into your entrance. You groan as he slips in easily, you are so wet now. Shownu introduces another finger, stretching you, prepping you for what was to come. He languidly slides them in and out, seemingly enjoying the sounds you are making.

His plush lips wrap around your throbbing nub. Alternating between sucking and licking, his fingers scissor in and out of you and you can no longer control your hips. You grind up and down as your fingers thread through his dark hair, trying to keep him in place as you chase a release you haven’t had in so long. Shownu moans against you and it vibrates against your cunt, drawing out a powerful orgasm that has your eyes squeezing shut tight as your hips lock in the air. He shakes his face against you, drawing out the pleasure until you collapse onto the bed.

“Damn,” you croak as you throw an arm over your face.

You hear Shownu laugh followed by the sound of his clothing hitting the floor before he joins you in the bed. His fingers trail over your bare skin, sending goosebumps to prickle all over you. Dropping your hand away, you curl into his warmth and he kisses your forehead sweetly. You were exhausted now, sleep tugging at you, but as you look down his muscled torso, your eyes take in his very rigid erection protruding from his body.

You def should take care of that before succumbing to sleep, you smile to yourself.

Raising up to all fours, you throw a leg over his thighs before climbing up a bit clumsily onto him.

“여보 (yeobo)?” His eyebrows quirk up in question.

Leaning over with your hands on either side of him, you whisper, “You didn’t really think I’d fall asleep and leave you like this, did you?”

You kiss him gently, swallowing up any reply he may have had. His hands reach over to grasp your ass, the kiss intensifying. He gives you a light smack on your cheeks and you moan against his mouth.

Sitting up, you keep your eyes on his as you palm him in your hand. He was hard as a rock, the tip weeping in anticipation. You glide your thumb over the head and his eyes fall shut as his head tilts back. You stroke him, your grip tightening as you quicken your pace. His hips jerk upwards, moving in time with you, and holy hell, his flushed face, the moans, you find your body is winding up again.

Releasing him, you give him a moment to catch his breath. His hands reach up for you, pulling at the bra you didn’t even realize you still had on. You unhook it swiftly and throw it over your shoulder with a laugh that is quickly cut off by his hands cupping both of your breasts. His thumbs brush over the peaks and you arch into his touch, needing to feel more of him.

“I need to be inside you,” he whines and you moan at the mere thought of feeling him filling you up.

You can’t help but giggle as his strong arms and legs crab walk backwards until his back hits the headboard, your tits jiggling in his face. Once settled, he brings one of your breasts to his mouth. His other hand slips between your bodies to tease circles around your clit. Though you had cum only minutes ago, your body was revving up and ready for another.

Wanting him to be inside you when your next one hit, you take him in your hand, rising up to guide him towards your entrance. Shownu releases your nipple with a lewd pop, his head tilting up towards you. His pleading eyes make you feel powerful, sexy even and you bring your mouth near his as you slowly lower yourself onto him.

You breathe in his panting breaths and moans as your walls clamp around him. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and you gasp, your core contracting as you take him all the way in.

“Aish!” He groans before releasing your lip and kissing you roughly.

His hands snake down your back until your ass fills his palms, pinning you tight against him. Before you could brace yourself, he begins to roll his hips up into you. The exquisite sensations that radiates from your joined bodies is almost too much to handle. Your nipples grow more taught as the coil of pleasure begins to tighten and tighten threatening to snap at a moment’s notice.

Your heart pounds much too loudly as Shownu brings you up and down over and over again on his thick cock. His head falls to your shoulder, his lips latching onto your neck.

“Oh God!” you moan as his mouth on your throat mimics what he had done to your nether lips earlier.

You feel him kick inside you and you roll your hips, trying to match his velocity.

“I’m so close!” he pants against you.

Your fingers slip into his hair and then you yank forcefully at the strands, pulling his face away from your neck. His eyes widen in surprise, but the mixture of pain and pleasure brings him to the edge. You claim his mouth just as you feel him explode inside you. His grip on your ass grows more forceful as he grinds up into you with a drawn out groan. Within moments you are cumming all around his twitching dick, your walls pulsing and milking him until he falls back against the headboard and you fall limply atop him.

Slowly, you feel him soften inside you and you try to push yourself up on your arms made of jelly, but he stops you by wrapping his own arms around you. His head rests on your chest and you stroke his back gently.

“I love you,” he murmurs, twisting to look up at you. “Just the way you are. Don’t ever forget that.”

As you stare down at his dark eyes you smile, all your doubts and insecurities now long gone.

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